Letras
Another Saturday night
I'm sitting here at home
Ain't got nobody
I'm all alone
Sometimes it seems
Like there's no-one to love me
No more
Oh oh oh
So I put on some jeans
And I head off down town
To look for some fun
But there's none to be found
Sometimes it seems
Like there's no one to party
No more
Oh oh oh
Maybe I'm getting old
But I'm not getting grey
Brighten up your life
In that old familiar way
(What you going to do)
You've got to swing your bag
(Swing your bag baby)
Let your hair hang down
(Swing it swing it)
Always look behind
Before touching your toes
You've got to swing your bag
(Swing your bag baby)
Right around your head
(Swing it swing it)
Whenever your life
Is becoming a drag
Swing you bag
So if watching the box
Becomes top of the bill
Get some insurance
Maybe make out your will
You only live once
But it's never too late
You can even swing your bag
Up at those pearly gates
Maybe I'm getting old
But I'm not going grey
Brighten up your life
In that old familiar way
(What you going to do)