I hear the barley calling my name
So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.
Where the welcome mat hurries me in
A pint glass awaits to drown my sins
Looking in the windowpane, looking in the glass.
Seeing my reflection, seeing my past
Sitting at the same bar, playing that same game
Drinking that same beer, killing that same pain
Well little Mikey was only 16
Hes on top of the punk rock scene
Rasing his fist for a political fight
And he cant do wrong and only a right
And his mother cant tell him
No one can tell him
He wagered this war hes gonna win the fight
Thirty years later, still singing for tonight
Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. Were on a mission to no submission.
The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight and we shout it out loud!
Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Weve got to do it right!
Saturday night! Saturday night! Saturday night! Tonights the night!
The clock strikes 12, the sun has gone down
The partys risin up, risin up in your hometown
And the spirits in the street, and the fires in their eyes and
Theyre living for the moment, their passion never dies
And she looks him in the face, she said she would never leave and
Her whispers still haunt him and he still believes
Well go to the bottom of every bottle
The end of theline on every story
Those times we miss, those times we reminisce
Those were the good old days
I hold in heart and cherish. Never forget
Tonights the night weve gotta do it right!
The clock strikes 12, the suns gone down
The partys rises up, risin up in Burlington.
Saturday night, reminisce and renegade. Were on a mission to no submission.
The brigade, the youth is on the loose tonight we gotta do it right!