You know I gassed her up, I'm behind the wheel
With my arm around my baby In my Oldsmobile


And I'm cruisin' down the boulevard, looking for the
heart of Saturday night,


I got paid on Friday and my pockets they're jingling

The bright lights of the city. I feel all a-tingling


And I'm moving down the boulevard looking for the heart
of Saturday night.


Take my arm


Looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Put on your light French jeans


Sweet baby blue


Oo Ia Ia, here's looking at you

Moving down the boulevard looking at the heart of

Saturday night.

You know I combed my hair and shaved my face


I want to wipe out every trace


Of all the other days in the week Tins gonna be the one
night I be reacinn' my peak.


Stop on the red

Pick up on the green


I'm gonna be the something you ain't never seen, babe


Barrelling down the boulevard looking for the heart of
Saturday night.


Take my arm

Moving down the boulevard looking for the heart of

Saturday night.

Is It the crack of the pool balls?


Is it the neon buzzin'?


Is it the jazz man playing?

Is it my second cousin?


The bar maid is smiling in the corner of her eye


Is it the melancholy tear that I see in her eye?

It makes me kind of quiver down in the corn


Thinking of the Saturdays that have gone down before


Moving on down the, boulevard looking for the heart of
Saturday night


Moving on down the boulevard looking for the heart of
Saturday night ,


Looking for the heart of Saturday night.