Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Fender
Vocals
Bramwell Bronte
Programming
Drew Michael
Drums
Dean Thompson
Guitar
Craig Shardlow
Percussion
Patsy McKay
Background Vocals
Laura Vasilou
Background Vocals
Jack Vasiliou
Background Vocals
Awsa Bergstrom
Background Vocals
Crystal Williams
Background Vocals
Joe Atkinson
Percussion
Lorraine Barnes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Fender
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bramwell Bronte
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Dean Thompson
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Overtired, overworked, underpaid, under pressure
Always tying up loose ends
The unchained melody out of tune, remedy for the weekend
To cure the weekday blues
Raise my heart rate, inflate my pupils, give me something
Just to smoothen off the edge
Call me dumb, call me scum, call me plain and simple
As I'm holding on for this
And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
Inhabitable hole, skint, living like an animal
How they try to dig my hole
Black mold on the wall
Must've made a thousand calls to get it sorted
But my landlord hates my soul
No power, working zero hour
Making some cunt rich
Who will never understand what it's like down here
I raise my beer
If Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
Oh, and if Saturday don't come soon, I'm gonna lose my mind
And if Saturday don't come soon
Oh, oh, Saturday
And if Saturday don't come soon
No, no, oh yeah
Writer(s): Sam Mccarthy, Niklas Rolf Edberger, Joakim Peter Dubbelman
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