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

Your pockets are jingling

Then you see the lights

And you get all tingling

Cause you're cruising with a six

And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair

You shave your face

Trying to wipe out every trace

Of all the other days

In the week

You know that this will be the Saturday

You're reaching your peak

Stopping on the red

Going on the green

Cause tonight'll be like nothing you've ever seen

And you're barreling down the boulevard

And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls

Neon buzzing

Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin

And is it the barmaid that's smiling

In the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver

Down in the core

Cause your dreaming of them Saturdays that came before

And now you're stumbling

You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

And you gassed her up

And you're 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 is it the crack of the pool balls

Neon buzzing

Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin

And the barmaid that's smiling

In the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of special

Down in the core

And your dreaming of them Saturdays that came before

It's found you stumbling

Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

And you're stumbling

Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night