| Well you gassed her up
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| Behind the wheel
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| With your arm around your sweet one
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| In your Oldsmobile
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| Barrelin' down the boulevard
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| You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| You got paid on Friday
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| Your pockets are jinglin'
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| And you see the lights
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| You get all tinglin' cause you’re cruisin' with a 6
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| And you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| Then you comb your hair
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| Shave your face
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| Tryin' to wipe out ev’ry trace
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| All the other days
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| In the week you know that this’ll be the Saturday
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| You’re reachin' your peak
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| Stoppin' on the red
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| You’re goin' on the green
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| 'Cause tonight’ll be like nothin'
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| You’ve ever seen
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| And you’re barrelin' down the boulevard
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| Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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| Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
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| Telephone’s ringin'; |
| it’s your second cousin
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| Is it the barmaid that’s smilin' from the corner of her eye?
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| Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
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| Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
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| 'Cause you’re dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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| And now you’re stumblin'
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| You’re stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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| Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
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| Telephone’s ringin'; |
| it’s your second cousin
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| And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
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| Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
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| Makes it kind of special down in the core
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| And you’re dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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| It’s found you stumblin'
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| Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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| And you’re stumblin'
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| Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night |