A Roller Skating Jam Named "saturdays" Lyrics - De La Soul

(And rollerskates) 

Girl meets boy on Thursday night 

Boy was high, girl fly like kite 

They hold hands until next day 

Boy then lets go, hit his way 

Boy rules butt, brags to his boys 

Erection brings bad boy joys 

Boy thinks of that big fat back 

Big black fat love, big black fat 

Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday 

Saturday 

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Saturday, it's a Saturday 

It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday 

Saturday, it's a Saturday 

Saturday, it's a Saturday 

Back once more with the wallop in the score 

Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip 

Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink 

And sure to make you think about the times 

To scope fun instead of fights 

(But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life) 

Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix 

Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose 

Cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check 

So unfasten that noose around your neck 

Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot 

Come on everybody dig the funky output 

Photos 

Five days you work 

One whole day to play 

Come on everybody, wear your rollerskates today 

It's Saturday, Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday-ay 

(Is the word, is the word, is the word) 

Now as you pump your fist I reminisce 

To a bounce, rock, skate, roll 

Fess to impress 

Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed 

Cool, keep the faith and be my mate 

Cause all we need is feet 

(And rollerskates) 

But promote the hustle cause it keeps me thin 

No need to talk, look who just walked in 

(Is there a Dred on skates?) 

Yes, man 

(So kick the wham on this jam) 

Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler 

Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler 

I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split 

With a yawn I trip to the dawn 

Out comes the bodies following the one idea 

It's clear, rattle to the roll 

Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all 

And let's zip on by 

Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by 

Feed on a weed and we're feeling high 

Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick 

Come on, there's no time to hide 

Season is twist, spinning and winning 

No hackeysack, let let me in 

Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh 

It's a Saturday 

Pos: Now let's all get baked like Anita 

Q-Tip: Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter 

Dove: Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the 

Vinia: Hey, watch that! 

De La Soul: It's a Saturday 

Now is the time 

To act the fool tonight 

Forget about your worries and you will be all right 

It's Saturday, Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday 

Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay 

(Aaoww) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday) 

(Saturday)