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Saturday night at eight o'clock I know where I'm gonna go, I'm gonna pick my baby up, And take her to the picture show. Ev'rybody in the neighborhood Is dressin' up to be there too, And we're gonna be a ball Just like we always do. A' Saturday night at the movies, Who cares what picture you see When you're huggin' with your baby i N the last row in the balcony? There's Technicolor and Cinemascope, A cast out a Holly wood, And the popcorn from the candy store, Makes it all seem twice as good. There's alway lots of pretty girls With figures they don't try to hide, But they never can compare To the girl sittin' by my side. A' Saturday night at the movies, Who cares what picture you see When you're huggin' with your baby In the last row in the balcony? A' Saturday night at the movies, Who cares what picture you see When you're huggin' with your baby In the last row in the balcony?
Writer(s): Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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