[Intro] Sábado... ahh. [Verse 1] Woke up when I woke up — no alarm, no fuss, coffee on the back step, sun climbing over us. Dog's got the only patch of shade by the gate — lawn needs mowing... lawn can wait. Phone's in the kitchen, face-down on the mat — whole day's an empty page, and I plan to keep it like that. [Chorus] It's sábado, sábado — day of doing nada well. Got nowhere to be, and I'm running late as hell. (¡tranquilo!) Let the week lie where it fell — I'll sweep it up mañana, 'cause sábado, sweet sábado... was made for doing nada. [Verse 2] Hose water on the tomatoes, radio down low — some game I don't care about, in a town I'll never go. Neighbor waves, I wave — that's all we got to say. Tacos at four, 'cause somebody said tacos at four... okay. Ice chest doing its one job, hammock doing mine — call it lazy if you want to... I call it by design. [Chorus] It's sábado, sábado — day of doing nada well. Got nowhere to be, and I'm running late as hell. (¡tranquilo!) Let the week lie where it fell — I'll sweep it up mañana, 'cause sábado, sweet sábado... was made for doing nada. [Bridge] Six days the world gets every hour you can give — your hands, your back, your best... that's just the way it is. But this one? This one's mine. Even the Man Upstairs put His feet up on day seven — and I ain't about to go improving on heaven. [Flamenco Solo] [Final Chorus] It's sábado, sábado — day of doing nada well! Got nowhere to be, and I'm running late as hell! (¡tranquilo!) Let the week lie where it fell — I'll sweep it up mañana, 'cause sábado, sweet sábado... was made for doing nada. [Outro] ...tacos at four. Don't be early. [Hard End]
