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 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