She don’t cook she don’t clean

She ain’t never found the knob on the washin’ machine

She don’t iron she don’t sew

Says "Why waste time foldin’ clothes "

She ain’t ever gonna get Mama’s recipe right

But she knows what to do with a Saturday night

Hit every hot spot all around town

Turn it on up she’ll tear it on down

People rubber neckin’ tryin’ to see her dance

She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants

They call me lucky I know that’s right

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

She makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling

And if ya’ll are into Skynard she sure can sing

She’s gonna run the table if you let her break

She might pop out of the top of a birthday cake

And that little black dress painted on tight

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

Hit every hot spot all around town

Turn it on up she’ll tear it on down

People rubber neckin’ tryin’ to see her dance

She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants

They call me lucky I know that’s right

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

We get home in the early a m

That’s when all the real fun begins

Yeah she holds me close and whispers in my ear

Every little sweet thing I wanna hear

Then she lights them candles and out go the lights

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

Yeah they call me lucky I know that’s right

She knows what to do with a Saturday night

Saturday night with a Saturday night

Saturday night