Ashley McDonnell

Ashley McDonnell

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Saturday Night Cat Fight

Written By: Ashley C. McDonnell, Linda M. Fiorini, Michael J. Redding

Saturday Night Cat Fight
By: Ashley C. McDonnell, Linda M. Fiorini, & Michael J. Redding

Another Saturday night, another barroom brawl.
The cops responded to the bartender’s call.
This wasn’t just any ol’ ordinary fight…
Two girls goin’ at it on a steamy hot night.
My buddies and me were just drinkin’ our fun,
We couldn’t help but notice how the fight had begun.

A guy ‘n a blonde were throwin’ back shots.
They were laughin’ and talkin’ and touchin’ a lot.
A redhead appeared through the smoky blue haze,
Caught up to her man and his tomcattin’ ways.
Dragged the blonde by her hair onto the dance floor,
A crowd gathered ‘round and they cheered for more.

There was screamin’, schemin’, heavin’, & hissin’.
There was chokin’, pokin’, clawin’, & pawin’.
There was spittin’, hittin’, scratchin’, snatchin’.
A rip-roarin’ Saturday Night Cat Fight.


Their bodies glistened in the blisterin’ heat,
The band tracked the action and stepped up the beat.
The blonde pounced on the redhead, tore her tube top,
The crowd raised their beers when the e-las-tic popped.
A cowboy took bets as he stood on a chair,
Like a bite from Mike Tyson, girls don’t fight fair.

Chorus: Repeat

Bridge:
Well, the two-timin’ dude missed the end of the fight,
Snuck out with a brunette into the night.
Bet those hellcats wondered what happened to him
As the cops read their rights and hauled them both in.

Chorus: Repeat first three lines

Tag: A rip-roarin’ Saturday night…A rip-roarin’ Saturday Night Cat Fight…That’s right…Saturday night…Saturday Night Cat Fight.

Saturday Night Cat Fight

Written By: Ashley C. McDonnell, Linda M. Fiorini, Michael J. Redding

SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT
Writers: Ashley C. McDonnell/Linda M. Fiorini/Michael J. Redding

VERSE
ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT, ANOTHER BARROOM BRAWL.
THE COPS RESPONDED TO THE BARTENDER’S CALL.
THIS WASN’T JUST ANY OL’ ORDINARY FIGHT…
TWO GIRLS GOIN’ AT IT ON A STEAMY HOT NIGHT.
MY BUDDIES AND ME WERE JUST DRINKIN’ OUR FUN,
WE COULDN’T HELP BUT NOTICE HOW THE FIGHT HAD BEGUN.

VERSE
A GUY ‘N A BLONDE WERE THROWIN’ BACK SHOTS.
THEY WERE LAUGHIN’ AND TALKIN’ AND TOUCHIN’ A LOT.
A REDHEAD APPEARED THROUGH THE SMOKY BLUE HAZE,
CAUGHT UP TO HER MAN AND HIS TOMCATTIN’ WAYS.
DRAGGED THE BLONDE BY HER HAIR ONTO THE DANCE FLOOR,
A CROWD GATHERED ‘ROUND AND THEY CHEERED FOR MORE.

CHORUS
THERE WAS SCREAMIN’, SCHEMIN’, HEAVIN’, & HISSIN’.
THERE WAS CHOKIN’, POKIN’, CLAWIN’, & PAWIN’.
THERE WAS SPITTIN’, HITTIN’, SCRATCHIN’, SNATCHIN’.
A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT.

VERSE
THEIR BODIES GLISTENED IN THE BLISTERIN’ HEAT,
THE BAND TRACKED THE ACTION AND STEPPED UP THE BEAT.
THE BLONDE POUNCED ON THE REDHEAD, TORE HER TUBE TOP,
THE CROWD RAISED THEIR BEERS WHEN THE E-LAS-TIC POPPED.
A COWBOY TOOK BETS AS HE STOOD ON A CHAIR,
LIKE A BITE FROM MIKE TYSON, GIRLS DON’T FIGHT FAIR.

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
WELL, THE TWO-TIMIN’ DUDE MISSED THE END OF THE FIGHT,
SNUCK OUT WITH A BRUNETTE INTO THE NIGHT.
BET THOSE HELLCATS WONDERED WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM
AS THE COPS READ THEIR RIGHTS AND HAULED THEM BOTH IN.

REPEAT FIRST THREE LINES OF CHORUS

TAG
A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT…A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT…THAT’S RIGHT…SATURDAY NIGHT…SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT

Saturday Night Cat Fight

Written By: Ashley C. McDonnell, Linda M. Fiorini, Michael J. Redding

SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT
Writers: Ashley C. McDonnell/Linda M. Fiorini/Michael J. Redding

VERSE
ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT, ANOTHER BARROOM BRAWL.
THE COPS RESPONDED TO THE BARTENDER’S CALL.
THIS WASN’T JUST ANY OL’ ORDINARY FIGHT…
TWO GIRLS GOIN’ AT IT ON A STEAMY HOT NIGHT.
MY BUDDIES AND ME WERE JUST DRINKIN’ OUR FUN,
WE COULDN’T HELP BUT NOTICE HOW THE FIGHT HAD BEGUN.

A GUY ‘N A BLONDE WERE THROWIN’ BACK SHOTS.
THEY WERE LAUGHIN’ AND TALKIN’ AND TOUCHIN’ A LOT.
A REDHEAD APPEARED THROUGH THE SMOKY BLUE HAZE,
CAUGHT UP TO HER MAN AND HIS TOMCATTIN’ WAYS.
DRAGGED THE BLONDE BY HER HAIR ONTO THE DANCE FLOOR,
A CROWD GATHERED ‘ROUND AND THEY CHEERED FOR MORE.

CHORUS
THERE WAS SCREAMIN’, SCHEMIN’, HEAVIN’, & HISSIN’.
THERE WAS CHOKIN’, POKIN’, CLAWIN’, & PAWIN’.
THERE WAS SPITTIN’, HITTIN’, SCRATCHIN’, SNATCHIN’
A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT.

VERSE
THEIR BODIES GLISTENED IN THE BLISTERIN’ HEAT,
THE BAND TRACKED THE ACTION AND STEPPED UP THE BEAT.
THE BLONDE POUNCED ON THE REDHEAD, TORE HER TUBE TOP,
THE CROWD RAISED THEIR BEERS WHEN THE E-LAS-TIC POPPED.
A COWBOY TOOK BETS AS HE STOOD ON A CHAIR,
LIKE A BITE FROM MIKE TYSON, GIRLS DON’T FIGHT FAIR.

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
WELL, THE TWO-TIMIN’ DUDE MISSED THE END OF THE FIGHT,
SNUCK OUT WITH A BRUNETTE INTO THE NIGHT.
BET THOSE HELLCATS WONDERED WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM
AS THE COPS READ THEIR RIGHTS AND HAULED THEM BOTH IN.

REPEAT FIRST THREE LINES OF CHORUS

TAG
A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT…A RIP-ROARIN’ SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT…THAT’S RIGHT…SATURDAY NIGHT…SATURDAY NIGHT CAT FIGHT