lookin for the heart of saturday night

Dion And The Belmonts

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 for 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 balls?
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