Billy's all jacked up on some junk he got from the doc, me, I ain't touchin' that stuff
He's a Topps card reader, sometimes he's a bleeder, last night left him a little rough
On the city docks, singin' a song, the cops said boys, move along, the yacht club ain't into your noise
So we slipped down Ego Ally with tee shirt Sally and poured into a waterfront joint
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
That waitress at Charlie's Westside, she's crazy 'bout Telluride, won't give me the time of night
We sit and watch Dave and John to see what they got goin' on, but man, we never get it right
We were feelin' kinda fuzzy when we headed into Buzzy's and watched the Middies get all the girls
"Hey babe, I play guitar, I'm gonna be a big star, you oughta give a poor boy a whirl
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
The cops down on West Street, they're all dead on their feet
They've already had a long night
From the Buzzard down to Middleton's, crazy stuff's been goin' on
And all them frat boys ever wanna do is fight
Headed down Ritchie Highway, that's Route 2 to you, 50 to 301
Lookin' for that sexy spark from that Millersville trailer park, but I think she's downy oshin, hon
Sunrise over the Academy, it was just ol' Billy and me, two world-class strikeout kings
We'll do the blue collar sack lunch all week until we punch out and see what next weekend brings
Weaver/Skotte - Naptown Saturday Night Lyrics
Weaver/Skotte - Naptown Saturday Night Lyrics
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Billy's all jacked up on some junk he got from the doc, me, I ain't touchin' that stuff
He's a Topps card reader, sometimes he's a bleeder, last night left him a little rough
On the city docks, singin' a song, the cops said boys, move along, the yacht club ain't into your noise
So we slipped down Ego Ally with tee shirt Sally and poured into a waterfront joint
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
That waitress at Charlie's Westside, she's crazy 'bout Telluride, won't give me the time of night
We sit and watch Dave and John to see what they got goin' on, but man, we never get it right
We were feelin' kinda fuzzy when we headed into Buzzy's and watched the Middies get all the girls
"Hey babe, I play guitar, I'm gonna be a big star, you oughta give a poor boy a whirl
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
The cops down on West Street, they're all dead on their feet
They've already had a long night
From the Buzzard down to Middleton's, crazy stuff's been goin' on
And all them frat boys ever wanna do is fight
Headed down Ritchie Highway, that's Route 2 to you, 50 to 301
Lookin' for that sexy spark from that Millersville trailer park, but I think she's downy oshin, hon
Sunrise over the Academy, it was just ol' Billy and me, two world-class strikeout kings
We'll do the blue collar sack lunch all week until we punch out and see what next weekend brings
He's a Topps card reader, sometimes he's a bleeder, last night left him a little rough
On the city docks, singin' a song, the cops said boys, move along, the yacht club ain't into your noise
So we slipped down Ego Ally with tee shirt Sally and poured into a waterfront joint
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
That waitress at Charlie's Westside, she's crazy 'bout Telluride, won't give me the time of night
We sit and watch Dave and John to see what they got goin' on, but man, we never get it right
We were feelin' kinda fuzzy when we headed into Buzzy's and watched the Middies get all the girls
"Hey babe, I play guitar, I'm gonna be a big star, you oughta give a poor boy a whirl
Everything's gonna be alright, it's a Naptown Saturday Night
The cops down on West Street, they're all dead on their feet
They've already had a long night
From the Buzzard down to Middleton's, crazy stuff's been goin' on
And all them frat boys ever wanna do is fight
Headed down Ritchie Highway, that's Route 2 to you, 50 to 301
Lookin' for that sexy spark from that Millersville trailer park, but I think she's downy oshin, hon
Sunrise over the Academy, it was just ol' Billy and me, two world-class strikeout kings
We'll do the blue collar sack lunch all week until we punch out and see what next weekend brings
Writer: Michael Skotte, William Weaver Jr
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