...after a Friday night party...

Saturday morning, a quarter past eight
I'm just waking up and it's already late.

Saturday morning, it's just before ten.
I finally find myself walking through the den.

Saturday lunchtime, it's almost one,
I can't find my rhythm, half the day seems to be gone.

Saturday afternoon, it's way after four,
done nothin' productive, my mood's turning sour.

Saturday evening, it's seven thirty,
I'm still in my PJs, ain't look very flirty.

Saturday night, it's well beyond mid night,
this day went down the drain, and I still complain...