Hot Saturday Night

So did the stranger come and steal your drums? And left you there with nothing to play.

And now you’re searching on the ground For some change to help you through your day.

The laughter from the room it echos loud. It leaves you with nowhere to lay.

Chorus
Is the echo from the amplifiers still ringing in your head

Is the smell of stale perfume still lingering in your bed

Did miss hot Saturday night leave you Sundays plight

Still searching for what’s missing from that land of delight.

Repeat verse 2 and Chorus Repeat 1st verse

Don’t you know the price that you pay Your living day to day

Dancing with the living and the dead

Lost in the ruins of love’s debris
A taste of honey could set you free

You’re but a mouthful from being fed

You’re but a mouthful from being fed

STEVE RICE