Diana Krall

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin down the boulevard
Youre looking for the heart of Saturday night
You got paid on Friday
Your pockets are jinglin
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin cause youre cruisin with a 6
And youre looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin to wipe out evry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that thisll be the Saturday
Youre reachin your peak
Stoppin on the red
Youre goin on the green
Cause tonightll be like nothin
Youve ever seen
And youre barrelin down the boulevard
Lookin for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephones ringin; its your second cousin
Is it the barmaid thats 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 youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
And now youre stumblin
Youre stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephones ringin; its 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 youre dreamin of them Saturdays that came before
Its found you stumblin
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
And youre stumblin
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
[ The Heart Of Saturday Night Lyrics ]