Saturday Night - Lucky Boys Confusion

As usual I’m late, what’s the difference I see the same faces

My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is

I’m shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I’ve been lately

The tensions multiplying and I’m dying to leave

It’s Saturday night and the party’s crawling

Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling

Week after week this is where I’m ending up It’s Saturday night I’m already stumbling

Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling

Third weekend in a row that we’ve broken up

I’m quickly loosing interest

I really hope I find it This room is like a bottle it’s never full enough

These rumors start to fly, spreading lies which alcohol induces

I’m sick and tired of waiting, your out of beer and I’m out of excuses

Are you checking what you’re starting, I beg your pardon

What to do you got up your sleeve

The queen of melodrama and I’m dying to leave

I got dem disease of overanylization

It’s making hard to hold a conversation

People step, expecting proclamations

But I’m saying it, but I’m saying it with an exclamation

This ain’t my scene and it’s Saturday night

I’m going to the reggae bar they got it going on Don’t believe rumors you’ve heard

Till you see me dropping the word, right

It’s Saturday night and the bottles calling