Naptown Saturday Night

Naptown Saturday Night

By  Ray Weaver &  Michael Skotte

Billy’s all jacked up on some junk he got from the doc, 
me, I ain’t touchin’ that stuff.
He’s a Topps card reader, sometimes he’s a bleeder,
last night left him a little rough.
On the city docks, singin’ a song, the cops said boys,
move along, the yacht club ain’t into your noise.
So we slipped down Ego Ally with tee shirt Sally
and poured into a waterfront joint.
 
Everything’s gonna be alright,
it’s a Naptown Saturday Night.
 
That waitress at Charlie’s Westside,
she’s crazy ‘bout Telluride,
won’t give me the time of night.
We sit and watch Dave and John
to see what they got goin’ on, but man,
we never get it right.
We were feelin’ kinda fuzzy
when we headed into Buzzy’s
and watched the Middies get all the girls.
“Hey babe, I play the guitar,
I’m gonna be a big star,
you oughta give a poor boy a whirl.
 
Everything’s gonna be alright,
it’s a Naptown Saturday Night.
 
The cops down on West Street,
they’re all dead on their feet,
They’ve already had a long night.
From the Buzzard down to Middleton’s,
crazy stuff’s been goin’ on,
and all them frat boys ever wanna do is fight.
 
Headed down Ritchie Highway,
that’s Route 2 to you, 50 to 301.
Lookin’ for that sexy spark
from that Millersville trailer park,
but  I think she’s downy oshin, hon.
Sunrise over the Academy,
it was just ol’ Billy and me,
two world-class strikeout kings.
We’ll do the blue-collar sack lunch
all week until we punch out
and see what next weekend brings.

Ray Weaver: Lead vocals
Michael Skotte: Guitars/Bass/Keyboards & Backing Vocals
Josef Aarskov: Drums
Jesper Dukholt : Tenor Saxophone
Recorded and Produced by Michael Skotte at Mike’s Minor Manor
Mixed and Mastered by Peter Brander at Media Sound Copenhagen

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