Gonna Hoot and Holler Saturday Night Songtext

von Willis Jackson

Well
Monday 'n Tuesday, work hard all day
Wednesday 'n Thursday, no time to play
Friday's when I, get my pay
So I can ball Saturday night sleep Sunday all day

I'm gonna hoot and holler Saturday night
Well I'll hoot and holler Saturday night
I don't care they charge your dollar
For that whiskey bite to swallow
I'm gonna get real drunk and wobble, Saturday night

I'm gonna give everybody, a sip of wine
Treat the pickle'o to a great big dime
Gonna drink myself a whole quarter gin
And let the good times roll till the cops come in

I'm gonna hoot and holler Saturday night
Yes I'll hoot and holler Saturday night
While I'm cooling with Miss Marlyn
I'll be real warm in the collar
Cause anybody starts to fight, Saturday night

All you boys keep what show off on your checks
I'll be standin' close by with a bag full of drinks
Gonna steal me a girl and follow the jag
Then I'll hoot and holler 'til I blow my stack

If anybody gets full of that old Guinnessy stout
Wanna do some knockin' down maybe a little dragging out
Don't come to me talking, all out of your head
I got a big 45 to make sure that you did

I'm gonna raise me a rooka, Saturday night
Well
I'm gonna raise me a rooka Saturday night
Now when that piano man starts talking
I'll have everybody jumpin'
I'll be in that bootin' and shootin' Saturday night

I'll raise me a rooka, Saturday night