Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
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With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
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Barrelin' down the boulevard
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You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin'
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Then you see the lights and you get all tinglin'
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Cause you’re cruisin' with a six (2)
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You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
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Tryin' 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 reachin' your peak
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Stoppin' on the red, you’re goin' on the green
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Cause tonight’ll be like nothin' you’ve ever seen
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And you’re barrelin' down the boulevard
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You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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Tell me, is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin'
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Telephone’s ringin', it’s your second cousin
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Is it the barmaid that’s smilin' 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 dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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And now you’re stumblin'
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You’re stumblin' 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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Barrelin' down the boulevard
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You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night
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Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin'
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Telephone’s ringin', it’s your second cousin
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And the barmaid is smilin' 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 dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
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It’s found you stumblin'
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Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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And you’re stumblin'
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Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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«Anthology Of Tom Waits», WEA/ Elektra, 1984 &
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«Asylum Years», WEA International Inc., 1986 |