Think that today I'll go down by the sea Think that today - It was made for me. Pack myself a lunch And I will pack myself ahead All today is Saturday I'll spend Sunday in bed. And I'm so glad That you've decided to come You won't regret it As we lunch in the sun. IÍm the loser, but I Know how to play the game Couldn't she see that I'm a Child in disguise Experience makes the Child grow wise Here I am stuck in the middle with you. You give me rest and no complaints. Drawing little boxes On pieces of paper Looking out the window On this rainy day Head in hands And with nothing to say But - I'm the loser and I Know how I played that game And I think that I lost it When all I wanted to do Was touch you I suppose you didn't Think that much of me Couldn't she see that I'm a Child in disguise - Experience makes the Child grow wise. Off to work tomorrow Same old week Still there's always Saturday - Saturday Saturday makes the week. Saturday makes the week. Saturday makes the week. Saturday makes the week. Saturday makes the week. Saturday makes the week.