Lookin' for the Heart of Saturday Night Lyrics

You know I gassed her up, I'm behind the wheel
With my arm around my baby In my Oldsmobile

And I'm cruisin' down the boulevard, looking for the heart of Saturday night,
I got paid on Friday and my pockets they're jingling

The bright lights of the city. I feel all a-tingling

And I'm moving down the boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Take my arm

Looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Put on your light French jeans

Sweet baby blue

Oo Ia Ia, here's looking at you

Moving down the boulevard looking at the heart of Saturday night.

You know I combed my hair and shaved my face

I want to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week Tins gonna be the one night I be reacinn' my peak.

Stop on the red

Pick up on the green

I'm gonna be the something you ain't never seen, babe

Barrelling down the boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Take my arm

Moving down the boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night.

Is It the crack of the pool b****?
Is it the neon buzzin'?

Is it the jazz man playing?

Is it my second cousin?

The bar maid is smiling in the corner of her eye

Is it the melancholy tear that I see in her eye?

It makes me kind of quiver down in the corn

Thinking of the Saturdays that have gone down before

Moving on down the, boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night

Moving on down the boulevard looking for the heart of Saturday night ,

Looking for the heart of Saturday night.