text: Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
  With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night
  And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin
  Then you see the lights and you get all tinglin
  Cause youre cruisin with a six
  Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night
  Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
  Tryin to wipe out every trace
  Of all the other days in the week
  You know that thisll be the Saturday youre reachin your peak
  Stoppin on the red, youre goin on the green
  Cause tonightll be like nothin youve ever seen
  And youre barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night
  Tell me, is it the crack of the pool-balls, neon buzzin
  Telephones ringin, its your second cousin
  Is it the barmaid thats 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 youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
  And now youre stumblin
  Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
  You gassed her up and youre behind the wheel
  With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre lookin for the heart of Saturday night
  Is it the crack of the pool-balls, neon buzzin
  Telephones ringin, its 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 youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
  Its found you stumblin
  Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
  And youre stumblin
  Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night