Letra de Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) / Pinball Wizard (Live From Moscow / 1979)
It's getting late, have you seen my mates? Ma, tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock, and I wanna rock Want to get a belly full of beerMy old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady, she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots Handful of grease in her hairSo, I'm telling you, don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight 'Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, oohWell, they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for somebody who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me" A couple of the sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, ohDon't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, oohSaturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday Saturday night's alrightOh Saturday, Saturday nights alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Eeh, Saturday nights alright Saturday night's alrightSaturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday nights alrightSaturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Eeh, eeh its alright Oh yeah, Saturday nights alrightSaturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Saturday, Saturday nights alrightSince I was a young boy I played the silver ball From Soho down to Brighton I must've played them all But I ain't seen nothin' like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinballHe stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean He plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinballHe's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it? I don't know What makes him so good?Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday Saturday night's alrightWell, he ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes and bells Don't see lights a-flashin', he plays by sense of smell Always has a replay, never tilts at all That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinballSaturday, Saturday Saturday, Saturday nights alright Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Saturday night's alright Saturday night's alright Saturday night's alrightEeh, Saturday nights alright Saturday nights alright You say it's alright Saturday night is alright