Saturday Mornings

Friday night, I'd set no alarm 

Didn't have a thing to do 

No school bell ringing in the morning 

No homework to get through 

I'd wake up with the sun coming in

Through the curtains by my bed 

And remember what day it was 

With a smile across my face

Eight o'clock, the cartoons started 

I'd be sitting on the floor 

With a bowl of cereal and cold milk 

And my eyes glued to the show 

Road Runner flying down the highway 

Wile E. chasing him again 

I'd laugh so hard I'd spill my breakfast 

Then watch him try again

Oh, those Saturday mornings 

Not a worry on my mind 

A bowl of cereal, my pajamas 

And all the time in the world was mine 

No schoolbooks, no responsibilities 

No place I had to be 

Just a little boy in front of the TV 

As happy as a boy could be

Oh, those Saturday mornings I'd give anything to see 

One more eight o'clock cartoon 

With the kid I used to be

Mama'd holler from the kitchen 

"Don't you sit there all day long!" 

I'd say, "Just one more cartoon, Mama" 

Knowing she'd be back before too long 

By nine o'clock, I'd hit the shower 

Find some clothes and comb my hair 

By ten, my bicycle was waiting 

And my friends were everywhere

We'd meet up down at the corner 

And decide what we would do 

Maybe head down to the creek bed 

Or find somewhere we'd never been to 

Nobody had a written schedule 

Nobody needed any plans 

Just a couple dollars in our pockets 

And a Saturday in our hands

Oh, those Saturday mornings 

Not a worry on my mind 

A bowl of cereal, my pajamas 

And all the time in the world was mine 

No schoolbooks, no responsibilities 

No place I had to be Just a little boy in front of the TV

As happy as a boy could be

Oh, those Saturday mornings 

I'd give anything to see 

One more eight o'clock cartoon 

With the kid I used to be

Now I wake up on a Saturday And the world don't feel the same 

There's bills to pay and things to fix 

And a hundred things that need my name 

But sometimes when the house is quiet 

And the morning sun comes through 

I can almost hear that Road Runner 

And see that old TV

And for a moment, I'm that little boy 

With nothing on his mind 

Except what cereal Mama bought 

And whether I'd get outside on time

Oh, those Saturday mornings 

When the world was standing still 

And a cartoon and a bowl of cereal 

Were enough to make life feel fulfilled 

Mama was still in the kitchen 

Daddy hadn't left for work 

And I was sitting in my pajamas 

With my bare feet on the floor

Oh, those Saturday mornings 

If I could have just one more 

I'd sit right down beside that little boy 

And watch cartoons till half past four

But he'd be out the door by ten 

With his bicycle and friends

And I'd be sitting there remembering 

Those Saturday mornings again.