(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 Barrelling down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday Your pockets are jingling Then you see the lights And you get all tingling 'Cause you're cruising with a six And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair You shave your face Trying to wipe out every trace Of all the other days In the week You know that this will be the Saturday You're reaching your peak Stopping on the red Going on the green 'Cause tonight'll be like nothing you've ever seen And you're barrelling down the boulevard And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls Neon buzzing Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin And is it the barmaid that's smiling In the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver Down in the core 'Cause your dreaming of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumbling You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night And you gassed her up And you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelling down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday night And is it the crack of the pool balls Neon buzzing Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin And the barmaid that's smiling In the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special Down in the core And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumbling Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night