Saturday Quotes
A curated collection of the best quotes about Saturday.
Top Quotes
“I was crying on a Saturday night”
“So I'm in love with Saturday's child”
“Saturday wait, and Sunday always comes too late”
“My Saturday
Never Sunday
And a moat, a bite, a lee”
“My Saturday
Never Sunday
And a moat, a fall of thee”
“Saturday's child works hard for a living”
“Yeeeeaaaahh, I'm gonna need you to come in on Saturday…”
“None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right
To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night”
“Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you.”
“It's Saturday morning
And who's gonna play with me?
Six in the morning, baby
I got a long, long day ahead of me”
“It's saturday morning
And this ain't the place for me
I'm giving you warning, baby
We got a whole, big, fat world to see”
“But I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I'll join Timothy Leary
In a cryogenic freeze
Next Saturday”
“'Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
Maybe tomorrow go out and play
It's Saturday”
“Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I have some money 'cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful way”
“Yeah I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Should've listened when you said, "Beware
Of horny girls with New Jersey hair
Last Saturday”
“Seven days of the week made to choose from
But only one is right for me
I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe
I can tell by the way she looks at me”
“What is this? A nuclear Saturday or something? Come on, guys. This is our last weekend together. Our last Goonie weekend. We gotta be going out in style.”
“I wanna take all the Saturdays
I wanna stay up late
I wanna stomp my feet on the ground
I wanna celebrateA month of Saturdays, Saturdays
A month of Saturday, Saturdays, ah”
“What?
Well, it's a job like any other. Good work, with lots of variety—Monday we burn Miller; Tuesday, Tolstoy; Wednesday, Walt Whitman; Friday, Faulkner; and Saturday and Sunday, Schopenhauer and Sartre. We burn them to ashes, and then burn the ashes—that's our official motto.”