Well, would you believe I'm as free as a breeze
And I don't know what to do?
I forgot everything I ever knew as a younger man
And I've really got a lot of long-lost time to make up for
But you can bet your boots I'll catch up as quick as I can
And I don't think it's gonna take a long time to get my arm back in shape
My elbow's almost already bendin' alright
And don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me a month of Saturday nights
Well, I'm a-raring to go, and I just can't go for raring
'Cause I've been walking that straight line much too long
Has anybody got a little black book I can borrow?
'Cause the girls in mine are all dead or in the old folks' home
Just turn me loose and point me towards the party
Good music and whiskey and women and neon lights'
Then don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me a month of Saturday nights
Well, I'm a-raring to go, and I just can't go for raring
'Cause I've been walking that straight line much too long
Has anybody got a little black book I can borrow?
'Cause the girls in mine are all dead or in the old folks' home
Just turn me loose and point me towards the party
Good music and whiskey and women and neon lights'
Then don't even try to find me for a month of Sundays
'Cause I'm gonna have me a month of Saturday nights
Yes, I'm gonna have me a month of Saturday nights