Lyrics

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin' Then you see the lights and you get all tinglin' Cause you're cruisin' with a six(2) You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Then you comb your hair, you shave your face Tryin' to wipe out every trace Of all the other days in the week You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reachin' your peak Stoppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green Cause tonight'll be like nothin' you've ever seen And you're barrelin' down the boulevard You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Tell me, is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin' Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of quiver down in the core Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before And now you're stumblin' You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin' Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Makes it kind of special down in the core And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before It's found you stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night And you're stumblin' Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night "Anthology Of Tom Waits", WEA/ Elektra, 1984 & "Asylum Years", WEA International Inc., 1986