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Array ( [sid] => 78785 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Saturday Night, Sunday Morning [time] => 2005-01-06 20:52:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Atmospheric scenic room
In downtown Kuala Lumpur,
The boom box kicking a slight tremor
The lights were low and in rays of different aura
Foreign waiters with national accent
Ready to punch your lights out,
Me and the boys in the Russian room
Licking off the vodkas,
The girls were dancing bar top
To the beats of the sinister sound,
Nobody cares, nobody knows
All they want to do is kick in to the night,
Saturday night in Kuala Lumpur

Fizzle and drizzle
Everyone’s high and confused,
The long night is coming to an end
The girls are vomiting at the bar top,
Me and the boys made our marks tonight
said the goodbyes and see ya in a week,
Its time to hit the sack
But I think I’ve lost my way tonight,
The alley’s full of cat size rats
Someone scratching someone’s car,
Where the fish’ am I?
I can’t remember where I parked the damn car,
Sunday morning in Kuala Lumpur

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Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Contributed by nomadsoul on Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 08:52:38 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Atmospheric scenic room
In downtown Kuala Lumpur,
The boom box kicking a slight tremor
The lights were low and in rays of different aura
Foreign waiters with national accent
Ready to punch your lights out,
Me and the boys in the Russian room
Licking off the vodkas,
The girls were dancing bar top
To the beats of the sinister sound,
Nobody cares, nobody knows
All they want to do is kick in to the night,
Saturday night in Kuala Lumpur

Fizzle and drizzle
Everyone’s high and confused,
The long night is coming to an end
The girls are vomiting at the bar top,
Me and the boys made our marks tonight
said the goodbyes and see ya in a week,
Its time to hit the sack
But I think I’ve lost my way tonight,
The alley’s full of cat size rats
Someone scratching someone’s car,
Where the fish’ am I?
I can’t remember where I parked the damn car,
Sunday morning in Kuala Lumpur

Copyright Â© nomadsoul ... [ 2005-01-06 20:52:38]
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Re: Saturday Night, Sunday Morning (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 09:14:16 PM AEST
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this was oddly funny because of the last verses in each stanza. sounds a lot like dude wheres my car.

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