(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

歌詞

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 that 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