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I hear the barley calling my name
So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.
Where the welcome mat hurries me in
A pint glass awaits to drown my sins

Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass.
Seeing my reflection, seeing my past
Sitting at the same bar, playing that same game
Drinking that same beer, killing that same pain

Well little Mikey was only 16
He's on top of the punk rock scene
Rasing his fist for a political fight
And he can't do wrong and only a right

And his mother can't tell him
No one can tell him
He wagered this war he's gonna win the fight
Thirty years later, still singing for tonight

[Chorus]
Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. We're on a mission to no submission.
The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud!
Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! We've got to do it right!
Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Tonight's the night