And I wish I could sleep

But I'm tired down dirty in these borrowed sheets

It's been a week

And I've been singing to my feet yeah

But I won't admit defeat til

Saturday Saturday Saturday

（When you come by）

For your information

I love my demons

Cause they keep me company yeah

I've grown to love my new routine

But on my better days better days better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies

And I wish I could speak

We spend the last half hour in the back room

Celebrating me

And now I feel a little cheap yeah

But I won't admit defeat til

Saturday Saturday Saturday

And it's not one of my better days better days better days

Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies

Show a little skin and make a million

For a little soul and make a million more

A million more

When I grow up woah

I wanna be famous woah

And when you grow up woah

Will you still blame us

And I wish I could see that

But I'm tired down dirty in these borrowed sheets

It's been a b**ch of a week yeah

Saturday Saturday Saturday

Consider yourself one of my best friends

Consider yourself one of my enemies

Oh enemies

Show a little skin and make a million

For a little soul and make a million more

Show a little skin and make a million

For a little soul and make a million more