(intro)
There was a boy in my youth that wasn't allowed to be a kid, whenever childhood came for him, he was well hidden
(Verse 1)
The other children say, "Come out and play, we have a baseball, a bat and it's a sunny day",
His Dad says, "No not today, we have roasts, steaks and ribs to get out of the way, even though you get absolutely no pay"
(Chorus)
Saturday morning is a lie, No Shaggy and Scooby, no School House Rock,
no Hong Kong Fooey or Land of the Lost
His Pop drops the slop and the boy is on the job, in the foul, dark and cold, butcher shop
(Verse 2)
I asked, "What happened this week on your favorite cartoon", he said, "I was working before dawn and I didn't get a break until noon"
I asked, "What about Sunday, did you see the game", his head dropped low like he felt shame
(Chorus)
Saturday morning is a lie, No Shaggy and Scooby, no School House Rock,
no Hong Kong Fooey or Land of the Lost
His Pop drops the slop and the boy is on the job, in the foul, dark and cold, butcher shop
(Verse 3)
At school he would bring a bag of marbles and other cool toys, I think school was the only time he had joy,
At home he couldn't express how he felt, if he did, his dad would pull out his belt
(Chorus)
Saturday morning is a lie, No Shaggy and Scooby, no School House Rock,
no Hong Kong Fooey or Land of the Lost
His Pop drops the slop and the boy is on the job, in the foul, dark and cold, butcher shop
(outro)
Wherever he is today, I hope he has happy days and if he has children , he lets them go out and play
(Chorus)
Saturday morning is a lie, No Shaggy and Scooby, no School House Rock,
no Hong Kong Fooey or Land of the Lost
His Pop drops the slop and the boy is on the job, in the foul, dark and cold, butcher shop
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