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


You got paid on Friday
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


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