And you
got paid on Friday
And
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
Well
you gassed her up
And
you're behind the wheel
With
your arm around your sweet one
In your
Oldsmobile
Barrellin'
down the boulevard,
You're
lookin' 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 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
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