Lyrics

The moon is like a million watt electric Light, it shines up the city as it flies. And I gotta spend another Saturday Night at home with the Sunday times. Moonlight on Flatbush Avenue that's what I call a lovely view. So what can you do on a Saturday night alone? Who needs a view on a Saturday night alone? If it's a Saturday night and you are single, You sit with a paper and fight the urge to mingle. And home is a place where you gotta go back alone. Home is a place where the future looks black alone. I like the Sunday times alright but not in bed. Alive and alone on a Saturday night is dead. (In a round) So what can you do on a Saturday- So what can you do on a Saturday- Night alone?- Night alone? Who needs a view on a Saturday- Who needs a view on a Saturday- Night alone?- Night alone? If it's a Saturday night and you are- If it's a Saturday- Single You sit with a paper and fight You sit with a paper and fight The urge to mingle. The urge to mingle. And home is a place where you- And home is a place Where you- Gotta go back alone.- Gotta go back alone. Home is a place where the future- Home is a place where the future Looks black alone.- Looks black alone. Things would be different any other night instead. (In a round) But I'm on my own on a Saturday- But I'm on my own on a Saturday Night.- Night. With no one to phone on a Saturday- With no one to phone on a Saturday Night.- Night. And when you're alone on a Saturday night you might as well be dead.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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