A Roller Skating Jam Named 'Saturdays' Lyrics

The song A Roller Skating Jam Named 'Saturdays' is performed by De La Soul in the album named De La Soul Is Dead in the year 1991 .



And rollerskates
And rollerskates
And rollerskates

Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy then let's go, hit his way

Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday

Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday

Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in a rink
And sure to make you think about the times

To scope fun instead of fights
But diving from a piece of metal sure to take your life
Yo, slip your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose

'Cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that noose around your neck
Connected like a vibe from the wheel to the foot
Come on everybody dig the funky output

Five days you work
One whole day to play
Come on everybody
Wear your rollerskates today

It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Is the word, is the word, is the word

Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed

Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
'Cause all we need is feet and rollerskates
But promote the hustle 'cause it keeps me thin
No need to talk, look who just walked in

Is there a Dred on skates?
Yes, man
So kick the wham on this jam
Oh Mr. Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler

Wet me for one, Mr. Sprinkler
I'm heatin' high-five in a daze, no split
With a yawn I trip to the dawn
Out comes the bodies following the one idea

It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by

Feed on a weed and we're feeling high
Sun is on thick and the cheese is rollin' quick
Come on, there's no time to hide
Season is twist, spinning and winning

No hackeysack, let let me in
Spill on the bottom away, but it's okay, huh
It's a Saturday

Now let's all get baked like Anita
Watch Mr. Lawnge, don't look at the peter
Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the
Hey, watch that
It's a Saturday

Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries
And you will be all right

It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, Saturday



De La Soul - De La Soul Is Dead

May 1991

  1. Intro
  2. Oodles Of O's
  3. Talkin' Bout Hey Love
  4. Pease Porridge
  5. Skit 1
  6. Johnny's Dead Aka Vincent Mason (Live From The BK Lounge)
  7. A Roller Skating Jam Named 'Saturdays'
  8. WRMS' Dedication To The Bitty
  9. Bitties In The BK Lounge
  10. Skit 2
  11. My Brother's A Basehead
  12. Let, Let Me In
  13. Afro Connections At A Hi 5 (In The Eyes Of The Hoodlum)
  14. Rap De Rap Show
  15. Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa
  16. Who Do U Worship?
  17. Skit 3
  18. Kicked Out The House
  19. Pass The Plugs
  20. Not Over Till The Fat Lady Plays The Demo
  21. Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
  22. WRMS: Cat's In Control
  23. Skit 4
  24. Shwingalokate
  25. Fanatic Of The B Word
  26. Keepin' The Faith
  27. Skit 5

A Roller Skating Jam Named 'Saturdays'