(Lookin` For) The Heart Of Saturday Nigh — текст песни (Jerry Jeff Walker)

Tom Waits

Yeah, you gassed her up,
You`re behind the wheel
Arm around your sweet one,
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin` down the Boulevard,
Looking for the heart of Saturday night.

You got paid on Friday,
Pockets a jinglin`.
See the lights of town,
You get all tinglin`
As you cruisin` with a six pack,
Just lookin` for the heart of Saturday night.

Comb your hair, shave your face,
Tryin` to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week.
This will be the Saturday
You`re reachin` your peak.

Stoppin` on red, goin` on green,
Tonight will be like nuthin`
That you`ve ever seen,
As you`re barrelin` down the boulevard,
Looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Is it the crack of the pool balls, (same as "comb your hair...")
The neon buzzin`.
The telephone`s ringin`,
It`s your second cousin.
The barmaid`s smilin`
In the corner of her eye,
The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye.

Gotcha kinda quiverin`
Down in the core;
Dreamin` of them Saturdays
That came before,
That`s found you stumblin`,
Stumblin` under the heart of Saturday night.
Just stumblin` under the heart of Saturday night.