If people think you watch way too many cartoons for a grown up, this song is for you.
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Story behind the song
Written & recorded in 1991 on a 4-track.
Lyrics
Every Saturday Morning
1991
Music by: John Kramps
Lyrics by: John Kramps, Steve Rehfeld, and Scott McCluney
Barney Rubble laughs in my mind,
I cut myself while shaving.
I open up a bag of chips,
I really got a craving.
Catilina dressing,
sitting on the table.
Half-empty pepsi can beside it,
I'd drink it if I were able.
Flent stones, meet the Flent stones,
what the f*ck does that mean?
Who cares about the Jet sins,
and why the hell are martians green.
A wiley coyote,
chases a road runner around my block,
a buzzed bunny killed a daffy duck,
and stuffed him in a sock.
Chorus:
Saturday morning, my eyes are burning,
cartoons are on.
Saturday morning, me eyes are burning,
cartoons are on.
As I put on my shoes,
I heard an awful quack,
I remove the duck from my sock,
and stuffed him in a sack.
I dump the sack, out in the back,
and add trash for fertilizer,
I hope to grow a dozen ducks
to sell to the Werner brothers.
I blindly watch the motion,
staring through my drunken haze,
the short trip to the pisser,
is like a journey through a maze.
A bottle of Jack lies empty,
next to my pile of barf,
as I watch a stupid cartoon,
about life on planet Quarq.
Chorus
Cold pizza, warm soda,
my weekend ritual again,
time has no definition,
no beginning and no end.
A teqnicolor haze,
animated characters are my friends,
just another Saturday,
the story never ends.
Chorus
