(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 Got paid on Friday Your pockets are jinglin' See the lights You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6 Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Comb your hair Shave your face Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace All the other days In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday You're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red Goin' on the green 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' You've ever seen Barrelin' down the boulevard Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin Barmaid 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 Now you're stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night Now you're stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night