[Verse 1: Disco male lead, big and bright over a four-on-the-floor kick and slapping bass] Monday mornin' at the plant, I'm a number on a card Four-four-one-seven, punchin' in out in the yard Foreman never learned my name, he just points and says, "Hey, you" Ten hours stackin' bottles, and the bottles never knew But I got a shirt on a hanger with the collar open wide And a pair of cherry shoes in a box I keep inside Every night I'm countin' backward like a kid before the fair Saturday is comin', baby, and I'm gonna be there [Hook: Disco male lead, full band, handclaps] Five days a week I'm on the clock Punch it in, punch it out, standin' like a rock Saturday night, when the bass comes in Ooh, every eye in the room got me clocked again [Verse 2: Disco male lead, smoother and harder, choppy rhythm guitar] Saturday, the door swings open, and the mirror ball turns gold And I step out in the cherry shoes, and I'm twenty years less old Get down on the first downbeat, boogie on the second bar And the floor clears out around me like I pulled up in a car Foreman's daughter's at the bar, and she's starin' at my feet Never knew a number on a card could carry all that heat And the bouncer leaves his doorway just to watch me take a spin Baby, they don't know my number, but they know just where I've been [Hook: Disco male lead, full band, handclaps] Five days a week I'm on the clock Punch it in, punch it out, standin' like a rock Saturday night, when the bass comes in Ooh, every eye in the room got me clocked again [Breakdown: Disco male lead, open hat wash, the hi-hats open into one long sizzling wash and the bass slaps back in] Ooh, now the lights come up at closin', and the sweat is on the glass And the foreman's at the coat check, and he sees me there at last He says, "Do I know you?" and I tell him, "Mister, every single day I'm the man who stacks your bottles, I'm the one you call hey" Then I hand him back his daughter, and I tip a cherry shoe "See you Monday, boss, I'm clockin' in, but tonight I clocked you" Get down, get down, the floor is closin', but I'm wide awake Five days I'm a number, Saturday's the only name I take [Final Hook: Disco male lead, full band, handclaps] Five days a week I'm on the clock Punch it in, punch it out, standin' like a rock Saturday night, when the bass comes in Ooh, every eye in the room got me clocked again [Outro: Disco male lead, handclaps and open hi-hats] Clock in, clock out, Monday, see you there Saturday, Saturday, cherry shoes up in the air [End]
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