here they come warming up
i hear the pitter patter of little
people on the living room rug
woe is me there goes the tv
now it’s popeye and bluto
batman and bozo
don’t spill the corn flakes
they’ll break at lunch break
home from the office
why did i stop to
have a beer with the boys
now my head’s ’bout to pop
it’s a saturday morning confusion
if you think you can sleep it’s illusion
cause you’ll probably get a rude
intrusion from harry the dog
harry the dog is as big as can be
and harry the dog had puppies last week
we couldn’t tell if it’s a he
or a she now we know
it’s a saturday morning confusion
if i could just get to the bathroom
and get a cold rag and an aspirin
to help how i feel
but here come the twins
and they’re screaming at me
what is the deal and turn off the tv
go ask your mother and quietly
your daddy is ill
there he is cousin jack
you got the leaf rake too
keep at it till i get it all back
hanging round my yard
snooping in my garage
i tolerate him because he’s my cousin
he’s nice to the kids
and harry just loves him
it’s a saturday morning confusion
and if i could just hide in my attic
’cause i can hear my wife yelling
take ’em all to the show
i’ll take the whole
neighborhood to the show
i’ll just walk out in back
where the money tree grows
grab me a handful
and off to the show we’ll go
it’s a saturday morning confusion
and if i could just get a transfusion
or maybe go hide in the bedroom
till five o’clock
let it be known that at five the tv
is gonna be tuned to the game of the week
and that goes for dogs and twins
and the whole family
it’s a saturday morning confusion
it’s a saturday morning confusion
day is done
cousin jack in his yard
cooking steaks on a grill
that i’ll never get back
the twins in front of the tv
harry with his family
sis on her date and mom at the door
smiles as she surveys the sight
for the first time today
the kingdom is quiet
lord let us thank you for saturdays
and may they remain my friends
cause i work all week long
to keep strong till they’re grown
and next saturday then
we’ll do it again
here they come warming up
i hear the pitter patter of little
people on the living room rug
woe is me there goes the tv
Artist: Bobby Russell
Year: 1971
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 225