Saturday Night - Chris Lane
Written by：Ashley Gorley/Luke Laird/Shane McAnally
Quick stop at the quick sign
Six in on a twelve pack
Way too many people in the back
Girl I guess you gotta sit on my lap oh well
Climb through the barb wire
Light something on fire
Just watch it get higher
Yeah gonna be another all nighter
Yeah we're just living living
Doing a little sipping sipping
See who's kissing on who
Yeah take off running when the lights turn blue
Might call it crazy
Call it drunk and dumb and dangerous
They can call the cops on us
Call it never growing up
Call it what you like
But out here way out here
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
It ain't nothing but another Saturday night
Find a place where we all park
Drop a tailgate and make a bar
Drop the jolly rancher in a jar
Till there's a halo round the stars uh huh
All the girls wanna skinny dip
Shimmy them shorts off of their hips
Somebody gotta busted lip
Trying to do a rope swing cannonball flip
Yeah we're getting rowdy rowdy
When you're head gets cloudy cloudy
Hey baby how 'bout we see
Just how loud we can be
Might call it crazy
Call it drunk and dumb and dangerous
They can call the cops on us
Call it never growing up
Call it what you like
But out here way out here
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
It ain't nothing but another Saturday night
In just another day
And in the summertime it's every other day
Hey baby do I make you wanna say
When you're restless and you're thirsty
You can act like it's you're birthday
Yeah we do it right yeah we do it right
Out here don't you know that our Saturday night
It gets crazy
It gets drunk and dumb and dangerous
Let 'em can call the cops on us
They can call it never growing up
They can call it what you like
But out here way out here
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
It ain't nothing but another Saturday night
Yeah we just call it Saturday night
It ain't nothing but another Saturday night
