Well you gassed her up

Behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one

In your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

You're looking for the heart of saturday night



And you got paid on Friday

And your pockets are jinglin'

And you see the lights

You get all a tinglin' cause

you're cruisin' with a 6

And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night



Then you 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

You're goin' to the green

'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'

You've ever seen

And you're barrelin' down the boulevard

Lookin' for the heart of saturday night



Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?

Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin

Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?

Magic of the melacholy tear in your eye.



Makes it kind of quiver down in the core

'Cause you're dreamin' of them

Saturdays that came before

And now you're stumblin'

You're stumblin' onto 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

You're looking for the heart of saturday night



Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?

Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin

Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?

Magic of the melacholy tear in your eye.



Makes it kind of special down in the core-acapo