| Well, Saturday night at 8 o’clock
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| I know where I’m gonna go
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| I’m gonna pick my baby up And take her to the picture show
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| Everybody in the neighborhood
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| Is dressing up to be there too
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| And we’re gonna have a ball
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| Just like we always do Saturday night at the movies
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| Who cares what picture you see
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| When you’re hugging wih your baby in the last row in the balcony
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| Well, there’s technicolor and cinemascope
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| A cast out of Hollywood
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| And the popcorn from the candy stand
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| Makes it all seem twice as good
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| There’s always lots of pretty girls
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| With figures they don’t try to hide
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| But they never can compare
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| To the girl sittin' by my side
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| Saturday night at the movies
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| Who cares what picture you see
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| When you’re hugging your baby in the last row in the balcony |