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 and your barreling down the boulevard, you're looking for the heart of Saturday night. you got paid on a Friday and your pockets are jinglin' and the you see those lights and you get a 'tinglin' cause your cruising with a 6 looking for the heart of Saturday night. then you comb your hair, shave your face, try to wipe out every other trace. of all the other days in the week you know that this will be the Saturday you'll reach your peek, stopping on red, goin' on green, tonight will be like nothing else that you've ever seen. now your barreling down the boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night. Tell me is it the crack of the pool ball, neon buzzin,the telephones ringing its your second cousin. the barmaids that's smiling from the corner of her eye, is it t! he magic of the melancholy tears in your eye. does it make you kind of quiver down in the core. when your dreaming of them Saturdays that came before. And now your stumbling. stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night.Tell me is it the crack of the pool ball, neon buzzin' telephones ringing its your second cousin. the barmaids are smiling from the corner of your eye, is it the magic of the melancholy tears in your eye. Does it make it kinda special down in the core, when your dreamin of them Saturdays that came before. its found you stumblin' stumbling on to the heart of Saturday night, oh your stumblin' stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night.