Whatever happened to saturday night,
When we dressed up sharp and we felt alright.
Don't seem the same since cosmic light,
Came into my life, I thought it was divine.
I used to go round with a chick who'd go,
And listen to the music on the radio.
A saxophone was blowing on a rock n roll show,
Climbed in the back seat, really had a good time.
My head used to swim from the perfume I smelt,
My hands kinda fumbled with the white plastic belt.
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt,
She'd whisper in my ear, tonight she really was mine.
Get back in front, put some hair oil on,
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song.
With your arm around your girl, you'd try to sing along,
It felt pretty good, really had a good time.
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