Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night by Tom Waits
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel In your Oldsmobile
With your arm around your sweet one
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
Barrelin' down the boulevard And your pockets are jinglin'
And you got paid on Friday And you see the lights
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
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'
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her 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' 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
It's found you stumblin'
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night.
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