Tom Waits Yeah, you gassed her up Youre behind the wheel Arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin down the Boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night You got paid on Friday Pockets a jinglin See the lights of town You get all tinglin As you cruisin with a six pack Just lookin for the heart of Saturday night Comb your hair, shave your face Tryin to wipe out every trace Of all the other days in the week This will be the Saturday Youre reachin your peak Stoppin on red, goin on green Tonight will be like nuthin That youve ever seen As youre barrelin down the boulevard Looking for the heart of Saturday night You might also likeIs it the crack of the pool balls, same as comb your hair... The neon buzzin The telephones ringin Its your second cousin The barmaids smilin In the corner of her eye The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye Gotcha kinda quiverin Down in the core Dreamin of them Saturdays That came before Thats found you stumblin Stumblin under the heart of Saturday night Just stumblin under the heart of Saturday night
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