You gas her up, and you're behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night Got paid on Friday and your pockets are jinglin'

And you see the lights, you get all tinglin'

'Cause you're cruisin' with a six

Looking for the heart of Saturday night Comb your hair, paint your face

Try to wipe out every trace

Of all the other days in the week

You know this'll be the Saturday reachin' your peak Stop on the red, goin' on the green

Tonight'll be like nothin', you've ever seen

Barrelin' down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin'?

Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin

The barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye

The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye It makes it kind of quiver down in the core

Dreamin' of the Saturdays that came before

And now you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Now you're stumbling, stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night