Saturday Morning Confusion

Bobby Russell

Here they come, warmin' up

I hear the pitter-patter of little people on the livin' room rug

Whoa is me! There goes the TV

Now it's Popeye and Pluto, Batman and Bozo

Don't spill the corn flakes, they'll break at lunch break

Home from the office, why did I stop to have a beer with the boys?

Now my head's 'bout to pop



It's a Saturday morning confusion

If you think you can sleep, it's illusion

'cause you'll probably get a rude intrusion from Harry the dog

Harry the dog is as big as can be

'n' Harry the dog had puppies last week

We couldn't tell if it's a he or a she, now we know



It's a Saturday morning confusion

If I could just get to the bathroom

And get a cold rag and an aspirin to help how I feel

But here come the twins and they're screamin' at me

What is the deal to turn off the TV?

"Go ask your mother and quietly, your daddy is ill"



There he is-Cousin Jack

You got the leaf rake, too, keep at it till I get it all back

Hangin' round my yard, snoopin' in my garage

I tolerate 'im because he's my cousin

He's nice to the kids and Harry just loves him!



It's a Saturday morning confusion

And if I could just hide in my attic

So I couldn't hear my wife yellin' "Take 'em all to the show"

I'll take the whole neighborhood to the show

I'll just walk out in back where the money-tree grows

Grab me a handful and off to the show we'll go



It's a Saturday morning confusion

And if I could just get a transfusion

Or maybe go hide in the bedroom till five o'clock

Let it be known that at five the TV

Is gonna be tuned to the Game Of the Week

And that goes for dogs and twins and the whole family



It's a Saturday morning confusion

It's a Saturday morning confusion day is done



Cousin Jack, in his yard cooking steaks on a grill that I'll never get back

The twins in fro