[MAN]
The moon's like a million-watt electric light—
It shines up the city as it climbs
And I gotta spend another Saturday night
At home with the Sunday Times

[WOMAN]
Moonlight on Flatbush Avenue
That's what I call a lovely view...

[MAN]
So what can you do
On a Saturday night—alone?

[WOMAN]
Who needs a view
On a Saturday night—alone?
If it's a Saturday night
And you are single
You sit with a paper and fight
The urge is to mingle

[MAN]
And home is a place
Where you gotta go back—alone
Home is a place
Where the future looks black—alone
[WOMAN]
I like the Sunday Times all right
But not in bed—

[WOMAN & MAN]
Alive and alone on a Saturday night
Is dеad

So what can you do
On a Saturday night—alone?
Who needs a view
On a Saturday night—alone?
If it's a Saturday night
And you arе single
You sit with a paper and fight
The urge to mingle
And home is a place
Where you gotta go back—alone
Home is a place
Where the future looks black—alone

Things would be different any other night instead
But I'm on my own
On a Saturday night
With no one to phone
On a Saturday night
And when you're alone
On a Saturday night
You might as well be dead!