Saturdays

verse 1 - N.C. Well every Saturday, if you were down our way You'd find us in the parlor by the fire Uncles and aunts would call, cousins and nieces all Prepared to do a party piece, but not too arty Please we'd say, let Uncle Jackson play He'd take down his battered old guitar He only had one song, he could play all night long The only words he knew were la, la, la La, la , la, la, la, etc. La, la , la, la, la, etc. verse 2 The pianola played, we drank the lemonade All the grown-ups drank the stout and ale Then we'd form our queues, outside the outside loos That served for twenty-four, but on Saturday for more And then we'd go to bed, but in our weary head We heard the songs the others sang below And the last we'd hear, sweet and clear Was Uncle Jackson playing soft and low La, la , la, la, la, etc. La, la , la, la, la, Repeat And Fade Out...