| Well, Saturday night at eight o’clock
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| I know where I’m gonna go
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| I’m gonna pick my baby up
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| And take her to the picture show
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| Ev’rybody in the neighborhood
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| Is dressin' 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
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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 huggin' with your baby
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| In the last row in the balcony?
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| Well, there’s technicolor and cinemascope
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| A cast out a 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 alway 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 huggin' with your baby
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| In the last row in the balcony?
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| Ah Saturday night at the movies
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| Who cares what picture you see
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| When you’re huggin' with your baby
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| In the last row in the balcony?
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| Ah Saturday night at the movies
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| Who cares what picture you see
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| When you’re huggin' with your baby
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| In the last row in the balcony?
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| Yeah, Saturday night at the movies |