Here they come, warmin' up,
I hear the pitter patter of little people on the livin' room rug,
Woe is me, there goes the TV,
Now it's Popeye and Pluto, Batman and Bozo,
Don't spill the Corn Flakes,
They'll break at lunch break,
Home from the office,
Why did I stop to have a beer with the boys,
Now my head's 'bout to pop,
It's a Saturday mornin' confusion,
An' if you think you can,
Sleep it's illusion,
'Cause you'll probably get a rude intrusion,
From Harry the dog,
Harry the dog is as big as can be,
Harry the dog had puppies last week.
We couldn't tell if it was a he or a she.
Now we know!
It's the Saturday mornin confusion.
And if I could just get to the bathroom,
And get a cold rag and an aspirin to help how I feel.
Well here come the twins,
And they're screamin at me,
What is the deal who turned off the TV,
Go as your mother and quietly your daddy is ill,
There he is,
Cousin Jack,
You've got the leaf rake, tool kit,
That's it till I get it all back,
Hangin 'round my yard,
Snoopin in my garage,
I tolerate him because he's my cousin,
He's nice to the kids,
And Harry just loves him,
It's the Saturday mornin confusion,
And if I could just hide in the attic,
Cause I can hear my wife yellin,
Take em all to the show,
I'll take the whole neighborhood to the show,
I'll just walk out in back, where the money tree grows,
Grab me a handful and off to the show we'll go.
It's the Saturday mornin confusion,
And if I could just get a transfusion,
Or maybe go hide in the bedroom til five o'clock,
Let it be known that at five the TV,
Is gonna be tuned to the game of the week,
And that goes for dogs, and twins,
And the whole family.
It's the Saturday mornin confusion,
It's the Saturday mornin confusion.
Day is done,
Cousin Jack,
In his yard,
Cookin' steaks on a grill that I'll never get back,
The twins in front of the TV,
Harry with his family,
Sis on her date,
Mom at the door,
Smiles as she surveys the sight.
For the first time today,
The Kingdom is quiet.
Lord let us thank you for Saturdays.
And may they remain my friends,
Cause I work all week long,
Keepin strong til they're grown.
And next Saturday then,
We'll do it again.
And here they come,
Warmin up,
I hear the pitter patter of little people,
On the livin room rug,
Woe is me,
There goes the TV!
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