Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) / Pinball Wizard - Live From Moscow / 1979

It's getting late, have you seen my mates?

Ma, tell me when the boys get here

It's seven o'clock, and I wanna rock

Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys

And my old lady, she don't care

My sister looks cute in her braces and boots

Handful of grease in her hair

So, I'm telling you, don't give us none of your aggravation

We had it with your discipline

Saturday night's alright for fighting

Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train

Gonna set this dance alight

'Cause Saturday night's the night I like

Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh

Well, they're packed pretty tight in here tonight

I'm looking for somebody who'll see me right

I may use a little muscle to get what I need

I may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me"

A couple of the sounds that I really like

Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike

I'm a juvenile product of the working class

Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass, oh

Don't give us none of your aggravation

We had it with your discipline

Saturday night's alright for fighting

Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train

Gonna set this dance alight

Cause Saturday night's the night I like

Saturday night's alright, alright, alright, ooh

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday

Saturday night's alright

Oh Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Eeh, Saturday nights alright

Saturday night's alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Eeh, eeh its alright

Oh yeah, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Since I was a young boy I played the silver ball

From Soho down to Brighton I must've played them all

But I ain't seen nothin' like him in any amusement hall

That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine

Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean

He plays by intuition, the digit counters fall

That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist

A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it? I don't know

What makes him so good?

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday, oh Saturday

Saturday night's alright

Well, he ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes and bells

Don't see lights a-flashin', he plays by sense of smell

Always has a replay, never tilts at all

That deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball

Saturday, Saturday

Saturday, Saturday nights alright

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

Saturday night's alright

Saturday night's alright

Saturday night's alright

Eeh, Saturday nights alright

Saturday nights alright

You say it's alright

Saturday night is alright