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Bobby Russell
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Saturday Morning Confusion - Original Hit Version
Here they come, warming up I hear the pitter patter of little people on the living room rug Woe is me, there goes the TV Now it's Popeye and Pluto, Batman and Bozo Don't spill the corn flakes, they'll break at lunch break Home from the office, why did I stop To have a beer with the boys, now my head's 'bout to pop It's Saturday morning confusion, if you think you can sleep it's illusion Cause you'll probably get a rude intrusion from Harry the dog Harry the dog is as big as can be, and Harry the dog had puppies last week We couldn't tell if it's a he or a she, now we know It's Saturday morning confusion, and if I could just get to the bathroom And get a cold rag and an aspirin to help how I feel But here come the twins and they're screaming at me What is the deal, who turned off the TV Go ask your mother, and quietly, your daddy is ill There he is, cousin Jack You got the leaf rake, tool kit, that's it til I get it all back Hanging round my yard, snooping in my garage I tolerate him because he's my cousin He's nice to the kids, and Harry just loves him It's Saturday morning confusion, and if I could just hide in the attic Cause I can hear my wife yelling, take 'em all to the show Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'll take the whole neighborhood to the show I'll just walk out in back where the money tree grows Grab me a handful and off to the show we'll go It's Saturday morning confusion, and if I could just get a transfusion Or maybe go hide in the bedroom til five o'clock Let it be known that at five, the TV Is gonna be tuned to the game of the week And that goes for dogs and twins and the whole family It's Saturday morning confusion, it's Saturday morning confusion Day is done, cousin Jack In his yard cooking steaks on a grill that I'll never get back The twins in front of the TV, Harry with his family Sis on her date, mom at the door smiles as she surveys the site For the first time today, the kingdom is quiet Lord let us thank you for Saturdays, and may they remain, my friends Cause I work all week long, to keep strong til they're grown And next Saturday then, we'll do it again When here they come, warming up I hear the pitter patter of little people on the living room rug Woe is me, there goes the TV
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