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

Yeah
Take my arm
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Put on your tight 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
This gonna be the one night
I'll be reachin' 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
Yeah baby
Moving down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the pool balls?
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

Yeah
Oo la la
Moving on down the boulevard
Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Looking for the heart of Saturday night
I'm looking for the heart of Saturday night
I'm looking for the heart of Saturday night