(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

Well, you gassed her up
 Behind the wheel
 With your arm around your sweet one
 In your Oldsmobile
 Barrelling down the boulevard
 You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
 And you got paid on Friday
 Your pockets are jingling
 Then you see the lights
 And you get all tingling
 'Cause you're cruising with a six
 And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
 Then you comb your hair
 You shave your face
 Trying to wipe out every trace
 Of all the other days
 In the week
 You know that this will be the Saturday
 You're reaching your peak
 Stopping on the red
 Going on the green
 'Cause tonight'll be like nothing you've ever seen
 And you're barrelling down the boulevard
 And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
 Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls
 Neon buzzing
 Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
 And is it the barmaid that's smiling
 In the corner of her eye
 Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
 Makes it kind of quiver
 Down in the core
 'Cause your dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
 And now you're stumbling
 You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
 And you gassed her up
 And you're behind the wheel
 With your arm around your sweet one
 In your Oldsmobile
 Barrelling down the boulevard
 You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
 And is it the crack of the pool balls
 Neon buzzing
 Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
 And the barmaid that's smiling
 In 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
 It's found you stumbling
 Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
 And you're stumbling
 Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night