Heart Of a Saturday Night - Jonathan Richman

Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin'

Then you see the lights and you get all tinglin'

Cause you’re cruisin' with a six (2)

You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair, you shave your face

Tryin' to wipe out every trace

Of all the other days in the week

You know that this’ll be the Saturday you’re reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red, you’re goin' on the green

Cause tonight’ll be like nothin' you’ve ever seen

And you’re barrelin' down the boulevard

You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me, is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin'

Telephone’s ringin', it’s your second cousin

Is it the barmaid that’s smilin' from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core

Cause you’re dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before

And now you’re stumblin'

You’re stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

You gassed her up and you’re behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

You’re lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin'

Telephone’s ringin', it’s your second cousin

And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of special down in the core

And you’re dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before

It’s found you stumblin'

Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

And you’re stumblin'

Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

«Anthology Of Tom Waits», WEA/ Elektra, 1984 &

«Asylum Years», WEA International Inc., 1986