Heart of Saturday Night - Tom Waits

    Well you gassed her up
    Behind the wheel
    With your arm around your sweet one
    In your Oldsmobile
    Barrelin' down the boulevard
    You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

    And you got paid on Friday
    And your pockets are jinglin'
    And you see the lights
    You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
    And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

    Then you comb your hair
    Shave your face
    Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
    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
    Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

    Tell me is 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

    Well you gassed her up
    And you're behind the wheel
    With your arm around your sweet one
    In your Oldsmobile
    Barrellin' down the boulevard,
    You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

    Is 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

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