(LOOKING FOR)THE HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT

Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Lookin for the heart of Saturday night You got paid on Friday Pockets are jinglin You see the lights And get all tinglin Cause you're cruisin with a six And lookin for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair Shave your face Tryin to wipe out every trace Of all the other days In the week This'll be the Saturday you're reachin your peak Stoppin on the red, goin on the green Cause tonight'll be like nothin That you've ever seen And you're barrelin down the boulevard Lookin for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the pool balls Or the neon buzzin Telephone ringin it's your second cousin Or the bar maid that's smilin From the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Dreamin of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin Stumblin on the heart of Saturday night Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the boulevard Lookin for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the pool balls Or the neon buzzin Telephone ringin it's your second cousin Or the bar maid that's smilin From the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Dreamin of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin Stumblin on the heart of Saturday night And you're stumblin Stumblin on the heart of Saturday night