Saturdays

completeness is written on a cake
the red the white the blue the opaque
smoking off into the nothingness
some sweet replies
dripping up out of the ovens
words convey a wonderful day
when will things get roving
cause who but I will take you out into the open
brush on the neck and a push in a lake and
things that i am hoping for you
and some i try to get a little superstitious
it's hard to forget laying in the bed
and not getting any wishes
and you don't know why they picked on saturdays
should be just like all the days
do you know why you were never quite pushin for mondays
cause they remind thee of those saturdays
is it saturday?
do we have, do we have, do we have to-
is it saturday?
do we have, do we have to play?
is it saturday?
do we have, do we have to play?
is it saturday?
do we have, do we have, do we have-
my how time flies, said my little cousin
my how time flies, said my little cousin
i turned to break through the southern pond
and with the dragonflies we went buzzin'
i turned to break through a southern pond
and with the dragonflies we went buzzin'
and you don't know why they picked on saturdays
should be just like all the days
do you know why you were never quite pushin for mondays
cause they remind thee of those saturdays