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Well I'm out on the dance floor having a good timeDancing with a girl who is not mineHer beau gets mad and we shake handsAnd leave that barn as only best friends canCiderville Saturday Night, sneak out to the car for to smoke a little woodMakes the band sound better and the girls look goodJust two sips from a Fort Marx jarKeeps the bass sound round and the banjo sharpCiderville Saturday NightOn Saturday night the only thing I prayIs that my baby looks right and the cops the other wayI'm headed back home to my own time With a CD changer and a strip mall shineA Saturday nightAnother Ciderville Saturday night From Letras Mania