(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

Barrellin’ down the boulevard,

your lookin’ for heart of Saturday Night.

And you got paid on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin’

And then you see the lights, you get all tinglin’

‘Cause your cruisin’ with a 6,

And you’re lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night.

Then you comb your hair, shave your face,

tryin’ to wipe out ev’ry trace

Of 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 barrellin’ down the boulevard,

Lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night.

And tell me is it the crack of the pool balls neon buzzin’

Telephone ringin’; it’s you’re second cousin.

Is it the barmaid that smiles, from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholic tear in her eye.

Makes you 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’ on to the heart of Saturday night.

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one, in your Oldsmobile

Barrellin’ down the boulevard,

your lookin’ for heart of Saturday Night.

And tell me is it the crack of the pool balls neon buzzin’

Telephone ringin’; it’s your second cousin.

Is it the barmaid that smiles, from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholic tear in her eye.

Makes it kind of special, down in the core

‘Cause your dreamin’ of them Saturdays, that came before

it’s found you stumblin’, you’re stumblin’ on to the heart of Saturday night.

And you’re stumblin’, you’re stumblin’ on to the heart of Saturday night.