She don't cook, she don't clean
She ain't ever found a knob on the washin' machine
She don't iron, she don't sew
Says, "Why waste time foldin' clothes?"She ain't ever gonna get Mama's recipe right
But she knows what to do with a Saturday nightHit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance
She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pantsThey call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday nightShe makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling
And if y'all are into Skynard, she sure can sing
She's gonna run the table, if you let her break
She might pop out of the top of a birthday cakeAnd that little black dress painted on tight
She knows what to do with a Saturday nightHit every hot spot all around town
Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down
People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance
She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pantsThey call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday nightWe get home in the early a.m.
That's when all the real fun begins
Yeah, she holds me close and whispers in my ear
Every little sweet thing I wanna hearThen she lights them candles and out go the lights
She knows what to do with a Saturday nightYeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right
She knows what to do with a Saturday night
Saturday night, with a Saturday night
Saturday night
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