(Lookin' For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

(album: It's A Good Night For Singin' - 1976)

Yeah, you gassed her up
You're behind the wheel
Arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the Boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

You got paid on Friday
Pockets a jingling
See the lights of town
You get all tingling
As you cruising with a six pack
Just looking for the heart of Saturday night

Comb your hair, shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
This will be the Saturday
You're reaching your peak

Stopping on red, going on green
Tonight will be like nothing
That you've ever seen
As you're barreling down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the pool balls, (same as "comb your hair...")
The neon buzzing
The telephone's ringing
It's your second cousin
The barmaid's smiling
In the corner of her eye
The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye

Gotcha kinda quivering
Down in the core
Dreaming of them Saturdays
That came before
That's found you stumbling
Stumbling under the heart of Saturday night
Just stumbling under the heart of Saturday night