(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

You gas her up
 You're behind the wheel
 Your arm around your sweet one
 In your Oldsmobile
 Barrelin' down the boulevard
 Looking for the heart of Saturday night
 Got paid on Friday
 Your pockets are jingling
 You see the lights
 You get all tinglin', 'cause you're cruising with a six
 Looking for the heart of Saturday night
 Comb your hair
 Feed your face
 Try to wipe out every trace
 Of all the other days
 In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
 Reachin' your peak
 You stop on the red
 Go on the green
 Tonight'll be like nothing
 You've ever seen
 Barrelin' down the boulevard
 Looking for the heart of Saturday night
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 Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin
 Telephone ringing, it's your second cousin
 Barman smilin' from the corner of his eye
 The magic of that melancholy tear in your eye
 Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
 Dreaming of those Saturdays that came before
 Now you're stumblin'
 Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
 Now you're stumblin'
 Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night