(Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Nigh — текст песни (Tom Waits)

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 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` on 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 melancholy 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
And you`re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin` down the boulevard,
You`re lookin` for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone`s ringin`; it`s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin` from 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 dreamin` of them Saturdays that came before
It`s found you stumblin`
Stumblin` onto the heart of Saturday night
And you`re stumblin`
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night