Written down on burning papernSome words just do not rhymenWe’re dealing with fire either waynDriving these streets in squandered timenAngel protect the visionnPicture show to slow it downnI am ill from too much honeynAs the bees they buzz aroundnIt might have been a CadillacnYeah maybe a LincolnnI seen it from the rear viewnI just couldn’t get a clear viewnI got a white knuckle grip on mynwhite knuckle grip on mynwhite knuckle grip on mynSaturday nightnI'm gonna dance this town to ruinsnStood close hell fire barbed wirenCome on boynCome up with somethin'nOr go home go home with nothin'nWorse for the wearnOut here in the fraynI'm takin’ the heavy waynI'm takin’ the heavy waynThe landscape of Saturday nightnGet a grip and make it tightnFather guide me with your eyenIt might have been a CadillacnOr maybe a LincolnnSeen through the rear viewnCould not get a clear viewnGot a white knuckle grip on yournSaturday night