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You gassed her up 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, pleads 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 But that makes it kind of quiver down in the core Dreamin' of them 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