作词 : Stephens
(Bruce Stephens) 
All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog 
Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug 
Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore 
Come on Saturday freedom open up your door. (One day a week just isn't enough.) 
Evening's at the bus stop 
With the traffic lights so red 
While the day's ships hunger 
Faces filled with dread 
At tomorrow's sunrise 
Each must resume his task 
Do they break my soul 
Medusa I just gotta ask. (One day a week just isn't enough.) 
Saturday Freedom always soon fades 
Do me a favor, 
Please stay away 
Saturday freedom, six days to behold 
Don't leave so quickly, 
You never grow old. 
Wooo-wooo 
Ahh, Wooo-wooo 
Ahh Wooo-wooo 
Ahh, Wooo-wooo 
Ahh Wooo-wooo 
Ahh, Wooo-wooo 
Ahh Wooo-wooo 
Ahh, Wooo-wooo 
Ahh! I think that it's mistaken to say freedom's unsold 
And if you feel the same way too, 
Truth is never told 
I can't wait, 
We just gotta have it 
Hey, but it's free 
Come on Saturday freedom 
Give my girl to me. (One day a week just isn't enough.) 
Saturday Freedom always soon fades 
Do me a favor, 
Please stay away 
Joys of the kill are ours to hold 
Saturday freedom, mine to behold 
Saturday freedom, six days to behold 
Don't leave so quickly, 
Never grow old 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
I want it, 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Gimme Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Saturday freedom seven days a week 
Saturday freedom seven days a week.