Strollin’ along on a Saturday night,
Everything’s wrong man, nothin’ is right.
Feel like a cloud that don’t know where it’s goin’,
Simply been blowin’ wherever the wind feels like blowin’ me,
Where the wind feels like blowin’ me.
Maybe it’s sunshine, or maybe it’s rain,
Sooner or later it’s cloudy again.
Dragging my life from the depths of an ocean,
I have a notion I’m off where the wind feels like blowin’ me,
Where the wind feels like blowin’ me.
Saturday night really, Saturday night hear me,
Why do you keep makin’ me cry?
I know I done wrong but I’m tryin’ to put it right,
You gotta believe me, you gotta believe me,
But everything goes wrong every Saturday night.
You get what you ask for in every degree,
And Saturday night knows a lot about me,
‘Cos he won’t forgive me the steps that I’ve taken,
If I’m not mistaken, I’m off where the wind feels like blowin’ me,
Where the wind feels like blowin’ me.
