text: Well you gassed her up, behind the wheel
  With your arm on your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  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 youre cruising with a six
  Youre 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 thisll be the Saturday youre reaching your peak
  Stopping on the red, youre going on the green
  Cause tonight will be like nothing youve ever seen
  And youre barreling down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night
  Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing?
  Telephones ringing, its your second cousin
  Is it the barmaid thats smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
  And now youre stumbling
  Youre stumbling 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
  Barreling down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night
  Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing?
  Telephones ringing, its your second cousin
  And the barmaid is smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
  Its found you stumbling
  Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
  And youre stumbling
  Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night