With your arm around your sweet one,
Barreling down the boulevard
Your pockets are jingling
You see the lights and you
Cause you're cruising with the six
An d you're looking for the heart
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday
That you're reaching your peak
Stopping on a red, going on a green
nothing like you've ever seen
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is it the crack of the pool balls
Neon buzzing, the telephone's ringing
Is it the barmaid that's smiling
from the corner of her eye?
The magic of the melancholy
because you're dreaming of them
Saturdays that came before
Stumbling on to the heart
With your arm around your sweet
Barreling down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night
Is it the crack of the pool balls,
neon buzzin', telephones ringin',
And the barmaid is smiling
from the corner of her eye
Is the ma gic of the melancholy
Cause you're dreamin' of them
You're stumblin', stumblin'
onto the heart of Saturday night
Stumblin' on to the heart of Saturday night
