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Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel |
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With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile |
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Barrelin' down the boulevard |
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Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night |
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You got paid on Friday, your pockets are jinglin' |
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And you see the lights, you get all tinglin' |
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'Cause you're cruisin' with a six |
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And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night |
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Then you comb your hair, shave your face |
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Tryin' to wipe out every trace |
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All the other days in the week |
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You know that this'll be the Saturday, you're reachin' your peak |
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Stoppin' on the red, you're goin' on the green |
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'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' |
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You've ever seen and you're barrelin' down the boulevard |
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Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night |
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Tell me is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'? |
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Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin |
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Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye? |
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Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye |
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Makes it kind of quiver down in the core |
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'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before |
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And now you're stumblin' |
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You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
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Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzin'? |
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Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin |
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And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye |
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Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye |
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Makes it kind of special down in the core |
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And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before |
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It's found you stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
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And you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
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And you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
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And you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
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And you're stumblin', stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night |
