Lyrics The Heart Of Saturday Night - Jonathan Richman

The Heart Of Saturday Night

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