(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 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
Barreling down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
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