Saturday Nights - American Aquarium

We’ve got part time jobs and full time addictions

Talking about God and his best works of fiction

A Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can kind of Saturday night

See this girl walks in with her high heeled shoes

Short little skirt and her daddy issues

Orders a drink and waits for me to take her home

She ain’t looking for love, she’s just scared to death of being alone

So come on baby, let’s burn it down

Strike a match, sit back

And watch the whole thing come tumbling down

Follow me, I can see it’s what you want to do

'Cause tonight you’re wanting from me what I want from you

Bars filling up with the jean jacket hipsters

American Spirits and the house brown liqour

They may drink cheap because it costs a lot to look so cool

You see I’m the kind of boy your momma warned you about

Only thing I do well is running my mouth

It’s getting kinda late and these bands all sound the same

So finish your drink babe, before I forget your name

So come on baby, let’s burn it down

Strike a match, sit back

And watch the whole thing come tumbling down

Follow me, I see it’s what you want to do

'Cause tonight you’re wanting from me what I want from you

I said you’re wanting from me, just what I want from you

And if you give it to me, baby, I’m gonna give it to you

I’m gonna give it to you, baby

I’m gonna give it to you

So won’t you give it me, darling

Before I give it to you