[Verse 1]
It's Saturday night and it feels like a Sunday
In some ways, yes it does
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away
For a few days, yes you would
Be that as it may, you can only say
You are lonely, yes you can
You are but a young girl walking your way
Through the phonies

[Bridge]
Coffee's all milked down
Such a settle un-un-viting
Yourself you touch, but not too much
You hear that it's degrading

[Verse 2]
The flowers on your stockings
Wilting away in the midnight, yeah
And the book that you are reading
One man's opinion of fool-like
And your skin so white
You ought maybe go to bed soon
You're just closing off of your eyes
If you want to rise up before noon
[Interlude]
Hey, hey, hey

[Bridge]
High heels and cartwheels
The losers, you know that they are grooving
And all of your dreams are in that straight scene
The images are moving, they're moving

[Verse 3]
It's Saturday night and it feels like a Sunday
In some ways, yes it does
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away
For just a few days, yes, you would
Be that as it may, you can only say
You are lonely, yes you can
You are but a young girl walking your way
Through the phonies