Written by Fran Lucci
Drums and all Production by Mark Keefner
Lyrics
You say you’re holding out for Mr. Remarkable
You’ve been out shopping and you’re checking your list
Richard’s a liar even though he’s so adorable
Andre had promise but he just couldn’t kiss you right
So what are you gonna do now
Tell me
What are you doing home on a Saturday night
What are you gonna do now
Tell me
Is there really life after Mr. Right
Queen of the martyrs I’d sit on my pity throne
They seemed to come from many miles around
Out of a thousand I picked out the rotten one
The fruit was sweeter from the wrong side of town
But no no more
Chorus
Wrong turn
Waiting our nights away
You wake up screaming but there’s nobody home
It’s time to get out
We need a getaway
Get back to exercising
Our souls are oxidizing
No more agonizing
No not today not today
So what am I gonna do now, Tell me
There’s so much we could do girl it’s Saturday night
What do you wanna do now, Tell me
I can see that we’re gonna be alright
Let’s catch a ride to Mexico and hang out at the Kokomo
Drink Sangria on the beach til we can’t even see our feet
Roll into the market square in nothing but our underwear
Hey girl it’s Saturday night and we’re gonna be alright