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