Lyric (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
Barrelin down the boulevard
You re looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin cause you re cruisin with a 6
And you re looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin to wipe out ev ry trace
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 barrelin down the boulevard
Lookin for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone s ringin ; it s your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that s smilin from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it 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 onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up
And you re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin down the boulevard,
You re lookin for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone s ringin ; it s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin from 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 dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
It s found you stumblin
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
And you re stumblin
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night