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(looking for) the heart of saturday night

by Tom Waits


Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin´ down the boulevard
You´re looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin´
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin´ cause you´re cruisin´ with a 6
And you´re looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin´ to wipe out ev´ry trace
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
Lookin´ for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is 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

Well you gassed her up
And you´re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin´ down the boulevard,
You´re lookin´ for the heart of Saturday night

Is 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





 

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