Saturday Lyrics

Sunshine coming in through my window
Painting patterns upon the pillow
Draw the blind just in time

Try to wake up but my mind's still foggy
Someone pour me another coffee
Strong and black, half a sack!

Hey, every Saturday
Get up late but it's OK
Nothing changes I'm afraid
Nothing changes...

Scoot around town with my head still aching
Serves me right with the things I'm taking
Chilean wine suits me fine!

Later on: bump into Paul & Bronwyn
Does anyone fancy a drink or something?
7.10 - start again!