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She don't cook, she don't clean She ain't never found the knob on the washin' machine She don't iron, she don't sew Says why waste time, foldin' clothes She ain't never gonna get Mama's recipe right But she knows what to do with a Saturday night [Chorus] Hit every hot spot all around town Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance She got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants They call me lucky, I know that's right She knows what to do with a Saturday night She makes a mean margarita and a Singapore Sling And if ya'll are into Skynard, she sure can sing She's gonna run the table, if you let her break She might pop out of the top of a birthday cake And that little black dress painted on tight She knows what to do with a Saturday night [Chorus] Hit every hot spot all around town Turn it on up, she'll tear it on down People rubber neckin', tryin' to see her dance SongtexteShe got a belly button ring and some low-rider pants They call me lucky, I know that's right She knows what to do with a Saturday night We get home in the early a.m. That's when all the real fun begins Yeah, she holds me close and whispers in my ear Every little sweet thing I want to hear Then she lights them candles and out go the lights She knows what to do with a Saturday night Yeah, they call me lucky, I know that's right She knows what to do with a Saturday night Saturday night With a Saturday night Saturday night Aus Songtexte Mania