SaturdayNight

Saturday Night - Chris Lane

Written by：Ashley Gorley/Luke Laird/Shane McAnally

Quick stop at the quick sign

Six in on a twelve pack

Way too many people in the back

Girl I guess you gotta sit on my lap oh well

Climb through the barb wire

Light something on fire

Just watch it get higher

Yeah gonna be another all nighter

Yeah we're just living living

Doing a little sipping sipping

See who's kissing on who

Yeah take off running when the lights turn blue

Might call it crazy

Call it drunk and dumb and dangerous

They can call the cops on us

Call it never growing up

Call it what you like

But out here way out here

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

It ain't nothing but another Saturday night

Find a place where we all park

Drop a tailgate and make a bar

Drop the jolly rancher in a jar

Till there's a halo round the stars uh huh

All the girls wanna skinny dip

Shimmy them shorts off of their hips

Somebody gotta busted lip

Trying to do a rope swing cannonball flip

Yeah we're getting rowdy rowdy

When you're head gets cloudy cloudy

Hey baby how 'bout we see

Just how loud we can be

Might call it crazy

Call it drunk and dumb and dangerous

They can call the cops on us

Call it never growing up

Call it what you like

But out here way out here

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

It ain't nothing but another Saturday night

In just another day

And in the summertime it's every other day

Hey baby do I make you wanna say

When you're restless and you're thirsty

You can act like it's you're birthday

Yeah we do it right yeah we do it right

Out here don't you know that our Saturday night

It gets crazy

It gets drunk and dumb and dangerous

Let 'em can call the cops on us

They can call it never growing up

They can call it what you like

But out here way out here

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

Yeah we just call it Saturday night

It ain't nothing but another Saturday night