There's an Elvis movie on the marquee sign We've all met at least three times Everybody's broke, Bobby's got a buck Put a dollars worth of gas in his pickup truck
We're going' ninety miles an hour, down a dead end road What's the hurry, son, where you gonna go? We're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night
Lucy's got her lipstick on a little too bright Bobby's gettin' drunk and lookin' for a fight Liquor on his breath and trouble on his mind And Lucy's just a kid along for the ride
Got a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine Gotta be bad just to have a good time They're gonna howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night
Bobby told Lucy, „The world ain't round Drops off sharp at the edge of town Lucy, you know the world must be flat Cos when people leave town, they never come back”
They go ninety miles an hour to the city limits sign Put the pedal to the metal 'fore they change their mind They howl at the moon, shoot out the light It's a small town Saturday night
Yeah, howl at the moon, shoot out the light Yeah, it's small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
