(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

(album: The Heart Of Saturday Night - 1974)

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jingling
And you see the lights
You get all tingling cause you're cruising with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Trying to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reaching your peak

Stopping on the red
You're going on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothing
You've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
Looking 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 smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling 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
Barrelling down the boulevard,
You're looking 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 smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumbling
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night