Song Lyrics

Completeness is written on a cake
The red, the white, the blue, the opaque
Smoking up into a nothing

Some sweet replies warmin' up out of the oven
Scents'll play a wonderful day
Sights'll be exploding

What blues might try to fold out into an open?
A person to thank and a push in the lake and
Things that I am hoping for you

And some may try, get a little superstitious
There's lots of cracks in many days
Oh so many wishes

But I never know why
We picked on Saturdays
Doo doo, doo doo
Should be just like all the days

But I do know why
It would never quite function for Mondays
'Cause they remind me of those Saturdays

"My, how time flies!" said my younger cousin
"My, how time flies!" said my younger cousin

I turned a break through a southern pond
Where the dragonfly she would buzz on

I turned a break through a southern pond
Where the dragonfly she would buzz on

But I don't know why
Peaked on Saturdays
Doo doo, doo doo
Should be just like all the days

But I do know why
It would never quite function for Mondays
'Cause they remind me of those Saturdays

Doo doo, doo, completeness
Doo doo, doo, completeness
Doo doo, doo, completeness
Doo doo, doo, comp

David Michael Portner

The duration of Saturdays (Again) is 4:49 minutes and seconds.