The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy - Big Saturday lyrics

The weather's grim though spring is on its way I heard it said there's going to be a holiday But I didn't think of that when I saw you It doesn't mean I'd die for you Hey King, I hope you have a good weekend ( King Rolo McGinty, that is ) I hope you get things done the way that you intend Cause you know how things get done And not everybody does that I call you You call me I ask you Why ask me You drive me Quite crazy What is this You tell me We went through Saturday And not everybody did that Hey girl, please don't think me rude But I owe you some kind of gratitude I don't know how these things are done Ooh but I shan't forget you Cause you made it Saturday Ooh and I shan't forget you