(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night Songtext
von Gwyneth Herbert

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
Put your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
And you′re barrelin' down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you′re paid on Friday
Pockets are jinglin'
And then you see the lights
Get all tinglin' cause you′re cruisin′ with a six
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev′ry 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
Goin' on the green
'Cause tonight′ll be like nothin′
You've ever seen
And you′re barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin′ for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'?
Telephone′s ringin', it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that′s smilin′ from the corner of her eye?
The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you′re dreamin' of those Saturdays that went before
And now you′re stumblin'
You′re stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'?
Telephone′s ringin′, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid is smilin′ from the corner of her eye
The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye


Makes it kind of special down in the core
Cause you're dreamin′ of those Saturdays that went before
And now you're stumblin′
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
It's found you stumblin′
Stumblin′ onto the heart of Saturday night
And now you're stumblin′
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night