The Lonely Island – Saturday Night Lyrics

That’s what I was saying! Nothing? I’m in my b-boy stance
[Verse 2]
Chilling with the girls can be pretty cool
But kicking it with the fellas is a different world
A girl can never understand what it’s like to be me
I stand up all day, sit to go pee
Well, it’s guys’ night out and I’m feeling real horny
Roll to the store for a case of forties
[?] out the window
Let’s explore our bodies and smoke some indo
I’d rather watch TV and drink my Jack
I spent my whole Saturday on hitting from the back
Sure, it’s all good to get you [?] arm
But I’m a dude for all dudes and my word is bomb
Yeah, his words is bomb like the powder for your testies
I’m slithering my boys like [?]
I’m there for my dudes and it’s more than male bonding
I think it’s in the ass and men are responding
[Chorus]
Saturday night is not for romance
You got a whole week to get into girls’ pants
Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France
But Saturday night? [Intro]
Hey, what’s up, man? I’m in my b-boy stance
[Verse 3]
Even though guys are better to bang
Girls stay nice like Michael Chang
Michael Chang no in a lot of Grand Slams
But his attitude is good so he’s the man
When we ram about tennis you know we’ll always be drunk
My man, Michael Chang’s got legs like a tree trunk
Michael Chang, he’s down with us
We’ve never hung out but we like him a lot
Even though he looks young on the tour he’s a veteran
A genuine role model Asian-American
C to the H to the A-N-G
Everyone looks tall from his POV
He may not know the feeling of victory
But he’s got a lot of H-E-A-R-T
We’ve never met Chang and that’s alright
He can still sleep over on a Saturday night
[Chorus]
Saturday night is not for romance
It’s a day for us to get into dudes’ pants
Whether it’d be Kurt, Michael Chang or Lance
Saturday night I’m in my b-boy stance I had to tell her like this:
[Chorus]
Saturday night is not for romance
You got a whole week to get into girl’s pants
Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France
But Saturday night? Check it, last Saturday my main chicken was like, “You need to take me out for a bubble bath, oil massage and candle light dinner.”
Oh, oh, hell not! You’ll never guess what happened! I’m in my b-boy stance
[Verse 1]
Ahh, Saturday night is the night after Friday
I’m thinking ’bout fly-ass girls out on the highway
I push my celerator and beep my horn
It’s not a night for dancing, a night for porn
It’s jerking in the bathroom [?] with my fellas
I’m talking these broads like rain to umbrellas
Saturday night ain’t time for the chick
It’s time for the fellas to watch porno flicks
I’m poking through a hole, no one can tell
I’m going to bathroom, ring my own bell
Ring the alarm but I’m not the douche naked
It’s Saturday night and I’m darting these chickens
Wake up on Sunday, taste food in my mouth
Monday back come, the chicks in the house
Tuesday now, I’m back with my girl
Never let her know about my Saturday war
[Chorus]
Saturday night is not for romance
You got a whole week to get into girls’ pants
Got ladies in the UK and ladies in France
But Saturday night?