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
And you`re dreamin` of them
Saturdays that came before
And now you`re stumblin`
You`re stumblin` onto the heart of Saturday night
So 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.
Barrelin` down the boulevard
You`re looking for the heart of saturday night.
Barrelin` down the boulevard
You`re looking for the heart of saturday night.
