Lyrics

Al Steele/James Warren

Sunday in Berlin and I'm driving back into town
Trying to beat the rush, got the vibe and the pedal down
Always on a Monday, I'm feeling like a Frankenstein
Feed the big machine K K K Kompressor working overtime
Day goes, so slow
Does she know? Even now I'm thinking about

Sex on Saturday
Can't be any other day
Sex on Saturday
Making hay, that’s the way
Sex on Saturday
Hope she say, that’s okay
Sex on Saturday

Blue day on a Tuesday, And I want to stick it to the man
Trying to toe the line, but seems like nothing ever goes to plan
Wednesday at the gym pumping iron like The Meteor Kid
Trying to stop from thinking, I'm not thinking 'bout it then I did
She's my, favourite girl
In the world, All the time I'm dreaming about

Sex on Saturday
Sie liebt dich, Yay Yay
Sex on Saturday
Tell the vicar Go away
Sex on Saturday
Nudge Wink Hey Hey Hey!
Sex on Saturday

Ein Zwei Drei Vier
We're in a dream, you think it's hilarious
Why can't you see, my state is serious
Tell me Frauleine
Where are your clothes?... think I'm delirious

Thursday I'm up early and I'm finding Friday on my mind
after work I'm drinking and I'm thinking going to drink myself blind
Stumble into the office, only chaos and confusion I see
It's another messy morning but it's nothing to what messy can be
Shoot the moon, Sod the stars
Start the car, counting down the hours to

Sex on Saturday
Can't be any other day
Sex on Saturday
Making hay, that’s the way
Sex on Saturday
Ooh la la, that’s okay!
Sex on Saturday