You gas her up
You're behind the wheel
Your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Got paid on Friday
Your pockets are jingling
You see the lights
You get all tinglin', 'cause you're cruising with a six
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Comb your hair
Feed your face
Try to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
Reachin' your peak

You stop on the red
Go on the green
Tonight'll be like nothing
You've ever seen
Barreling down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin
Telephone ringing; it's your second cousin
Barman smilin' from the corner of his eye
The magic of that melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Dreaming of those Saturdays that came before
Now you're stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
Now you're stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night