Here they come, warming up
I hear the pitter patter of little
People on the living room rug


Woe is me, there goes the TV
Now it's Popeye and Bluto

Batman and Bozo

Don't spill the corn flakes

They'll break at lunch break
Home from the office
Why did I stop to

Have a beer with the boys
Now my head's 'bout to pop


It's a Saturday morning confusion
If you think you can sleep, it's illusion
Cause you'll probably get a rude

Intrusion from Harry the dog

Harry the dog is as big as can be

And Harry the dog had puppies last week
We couldn't tell if it's a he
Or a she, now we know


It's a Saturday morning confusion
If I could just get to the bathroom

And get a cold rag and an aspirin
To help how I feel


But here come the twins
And they're screaming at me
What is the deal and turn off the TV

Go ask your mother and quietly
Your daddy is I'll


There he is, cousin Jack
You got the leaf rake too
Keep at it till I get it all back


Hanging round my yard
Snooping in my garage

I tolerate I'm because he's my cousin
He's nice to the kids
And Harry just loves him


It's a Saturday morning confusion
And if I could just hide in my attic

'Cause I can hear my wife yelling
Take 'em all to the show


I'll take the whole
Neighborhood to the show
I'll just walk out in back

Where the money tree grows
Grab me a handful
And off to the show we'll go


It's a Saturday morning confusion
And if I could just get a transfusion

Or maybe go hide in the bedroom
Till five o'clock


Let it be known that at five the TV
Is gonna be tuned to the game of the week
And that goes for dogs and twins

And the whole family

It's a Saturday morning confusion

It's a Saturday morning confusion
Day is done


Cousin Jack, in his yard
Cooking steaks on a grill
That I'll never get back


The twins in front of the TV
Harry with his famly
Sis on her date and Mom at the door
Smiles as she surveys the sight

For the first time today
The kingdom is quiet

Lord, let us thank you for Saturdays
And may they remain my friends


Cause I work all week long
To keep strong till they're grown
And next Saturday then
We'll do it again


Here they come, warming up
I hear the pitter patter of little
People on the living room rug


Woe is me, there goes the TV...