text: Well you gassed her up
  Behind the wheel
  With your arm around your sweet one
  In your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre 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 a tinglin cause
  Youre cruisin with a 6
  And youre looking for the heart of Saturday night
  Then you comb your hair
  Shave your face
  Tryin to wipe out evry trace
  All the other days
  In the week you know that thisll be the Saturday
  Youre reachin your peak
  Stoppin on the red
  Youre goin to the green
  Cause tonightll be like nothin
  Youve ever seen
  And youre barrelin down the boulevard
  Lookin for the heart of saturday night
  Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
  Telephones ringin; its your second cousin
  Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye?
  Magic of the melacholy 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
  Well you gassed her up
  Behind the wheel
  With your arm around your sweet one
  In your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of saturday night
  Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
  Telephones ringin; its your second cousin
  Is it the barmaid thats smilin from the corner of her eye?
  Magic of the melacholy tear in your eye
  Makes it kind of special down in the core
  And youre dreamin of them
  Saturdays that came before
  And now youre stumblin
  Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
  So you gassed her up
  Behind the wheel
  With your arm around your sweet one
  In your Oldsmobile
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of saturday night
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of saturday night
  Barrelin down the boulevard
  Youre looking for the heart of saturday night