(looking for) the heart of saturday night

Lyrics

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, and you got paid on friday, and your pockets are jingling, and you see the lights, you get all tinglin' cause you're cruising with a six, you're looking for the heart of saturday night, then you comb your hair, shave your face, trying to wipe out every trace, all the other days, in the week you know that this'll be the saturday, you're reachin' your peak, stopping on the red, you're going on the green, tonight'll be like nothing, you've ever seen, you're barreling down the boulevard, looking for the heart of saturday night, tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin, telephone's ringing; it's your second cousin, is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye, magic of the melancholy tear in your eye, makes it kind of quiver down in the core, you're dreaming of them saturdays that came before, now you're stumbling, you're stumbling onto the heart of saturday night, now you're stumbling, you're stumbling onto the heart of saturday night