A popular song from 1922. Words by William A. Downs and John W. Bratton. Music by John W. Bratton.
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On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He’d shoot around corners and speed around curves
Until she would holler, “Bill don’t spill me nerves”
On a lovely Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
She’d say, “Give her gas Bill and make a homerun”
Then they’d hit a milk truck that morning at One
And wind up in jail singing “Ain’t we got fun?”
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
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On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
Bill’s manners are better since Till put him wise
He eats with a fork like Fifth Avenue guys
On a lovely Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He’s been learning etiquette and he’s a “Wow”
He ought to thank Tillie for teaching him how
‘Cause Bill never drinks from a finger bowl now
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
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On a Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
He once brought her home in a terrible rain
And Tillie said, “If you go home it’s a shame”
On a rainy Saturday night, on a Sat, Sat, Saturday night
She said you will ruin the best suit you own
So take Father’s bedroom, he sleeps there alone
For since prohibition he never comes home
On a Sat, Sat, Saturday night