Cold black tires chase telephone wiresnAnd oh, I drive to worknI trust my best yearsnTo the fits and fires of warring gearsnAnd oh, I drive to worknFollow the road and do what you're toldnSing us a song and then run alongnI'm happy where I amnnOh, Saturday nightnTake me in your armsnI flash a smile to my friends in the carnOh, Saturday nightnnOh, Saturday nightnWhat a friend you arenI'm falling prey to your drink and your charmsnOh, Saturday nightnnLife begs moneynSo does my honeynSo I drive to worknI'm happy where I amnnOh, Saturday nightnTake me in your armsnI flash a smile to my friends in the carnOh, Saturday nightnnOh, Saturday nightnWhat a friend you arenI'm falling prey to your drink and your charmsnOh, Saturday nightnOh, Saturday nightnOh, Saturday night