(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

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 --- (Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night - Madeleine Peyroux