Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyly Bigger
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyly Bigger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Edgar Stuart
Producer
Lyrics
Having too much fun
but I’m a quiet guy
when it’s all said and done.
So come here girl and let me treat you
right.
Don’t judge my Sunday by my Saturday
night.
I know what you’re thinking
and I would think it too
if I’d have seen me out drinking
acting such a fool
But it ain’t usual, girl
It’s just a special occasion
No need to get used to
all the hell I was raising
It ain’t like me, I’ll straighten up and act
right
Don’t judge my Sunday by my Saturday
night.
Baby, come on over
I made breakfast for two
I could spend all day
just doing nothing with you
Take a walk to the park
or sit on my porch swing
Just soak in the sunshine
while them church bells ring
My weekend behavior, it was quite a
sight
but don’t judge my Sunday by my
Saturday night.
Baby, I promise to act
right for you
I’m pretty laid back
I think you’ll find that it’s true
Every once in a while,
I gotta let it all out
and it can get a little wild
Baby, there ain’t no doubt
But that ain’t the way that I’d best be
defined
So don’t judge my Sunday by my
Saturday night
May be occasionally crazy, but I’ll
always treat you right
Don’t judge my Sunday by my Saturday
night.
Written by: Wyly Bigger