| Well you gassed her up, behind your wheel
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| With your arm on your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
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| Barrelin' down the boulevard
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| Looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
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| Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
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| Cause you’re cruising with a six
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| You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
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| Trying to wipe out every trace
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| Of all the other days in the week
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| You know that this’ll be the Saturday you’re reaching your peak
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| Stopping on the red, you’re going on the green
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| Cause tonight will be like nothing you’ve ever seen
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| And you’re barreling down the boulevard
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| You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
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| Telephone’s ringing, it’s your second cousin
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| Is it the barmaid that’s smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
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| And now you’re stumbling
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| You’re stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
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| You gassed her up and you’re behind the wheel
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| With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
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| Barreling down the boulevard
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| You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
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| Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
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| Telephone’s ringing, it’s your second cousin
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| And the barmaid is smiling 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 dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
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| It’s found you stumbling
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| Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
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| And you’re stumbling
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| Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night |