Saturday Night’s Alright for Blogging

Saturday Night’s Alright for Blogging

It’s getting late have you seen my mates

All I see is the Internet ghosts

It’s seven o’clock and I want to blog

Want to get a WordPress full of posts

My mind is drunker than a barrel full of monkeys

And my fat cat she don’t purr

My web site looks cute with Lolcats in boots

A handful of grease in their fur

Don’t give me none of your aggravation

I’ve had it with your discipline

Saturday night’s alright for blogging

Get a little writing in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train

Gonna set the ‘Net alight

‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like

Saturday night’s alright, alright, alright

Well they’re packed pretty tight on the web tonight

I’m looking for a lurker who’ll see me right

I may use a little language to get what I need

I may leak a little rumour and tweet out “Follow me!”

And one of the sounds that I really like

Is the sound of a counter that’s clicking right

I’m a juvenile product of the working class

Whose best friend floats at the bottom of a glass

Don’t give me none of your aggravation

I’ve had it with your discipline

Saturday night’s alright for blogging

Get a little writing in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train

Gonna set the ‘Net alight

‘Cause Saturday night’s the night I like

Saturday night’s alright, alright, alright

With the most sincere apology to Sir Elton John and Mr. Bernie Taupin, who once proclaimed that Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting.