khatam ho life ki saari fight hangover pe hai sab ka right
saturday night.. full tight! zara si masti, nasha zara sa
khatam ho life ki saari fight hangover pe hai sab ka right
saturday night.. full tight!

paaro se devdas tak logic se bakwas tak
monday se friday tak boring se jhakkas tak
serious se bindaas tak life kyun ho black & white

zara si masti, nasha zara sa
khatam ho life ki saari fight
hangover pe hai sab ka right
saturday night.. full tight!

wannabe se cool tak einstein se fool tak
fear se fitoor tak maybe se zaroor tak
raaste se manzil tak lonely se mehfil tak
jaane bhi long long life

zara si masti, nasha zara sa
khatam ho life ki saari fight
hangover pe hai sab ka right
saturday night.. full tight!

cycle se * tak modern se retro tak
gloomy se glitter tak chitthi se twitter tak
uncle se aunty tak portrait se selfie tak
pakdo armaano ki flight saturday night!

zara si masti, nasha zara sa
khatam ho life ki saari fight
hangover pe hai sab ka right
saturday night.. full tight! (x2)

The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release.
Saturday night, in tight embrace,
A touch of joy, a taste of grace.
The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release.
Saturday night, in tight embrace.

From Paro's tears to Devdas's plight,
From logic's chains to nonsense's light,
From Monday's gloom to Friday's bright,
From boring days to pure delight,
From serious souls to spirits free,
Why must life's canvas be monochrome, see?
A touch of joy, a taste of grace.
The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release,
Saturday night, in tight embrace.

From wannabe's dream to coolness' art,
From Einstein's mind to a playful heart,
From fear's grip to passion's start,
From "maybe" whispered to "sure" depart,
From lonely paths to gatherings grand,
Let go the future, understand.
A touch of joy, a taste of grace.
The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release,
Saturday night, in tight embrace.

From bicycle's sway to metro's speed,
From modern's pulse to retro's creed,
From shadows dark to glitter's gleed,
From letters penned to tweets that bleed,
From uncles' tales to aunties' grace,
From portraits framed to selfie's face,
Catch the wings of your desire, on Saturday night,
A touch of joy, a taste of grace.
The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release,
Saturday night, in tight embrace.

A touch of joy, a taste of grace.
The battles of life, all now cease,
Hangover's claim, a sweet release,
Saturday night, in tight embrace.