(Lookin` For) The Heart Of Saturday Nigh

<br>Tom Waits<br><br>Yeah, you gassed her up,<br>You`re behind the wheel<br>Arm around your sweet one,<br>In your Oldsmobile<br>Barrelin` down the Boulevard,<br>Looking for the heart of Saturday night.<br><br>You got paid on Friday,<br>Pockets a jinglin`.<br>See the lights of town,<br>You get all tinglin`<br>As you cruisin` with a six pack,<br>Just lookin` for the heart of Saturday night.<br><br>Comb your hair, shave your face,<br>Tryin` to wipe out every trace<br>Of all the other days in the week.<br>This will be the Saturday<br>You`re reachin` your peak.<br><br>Stoppin` on red, goin` on green,<br>Tonight will be like nuthin`<br>That you`ve ever seen,<br>As you`re barrelin` down the boulevard,<br>Looking for the heart of Saturday night.<br><br>Is it the crack of the pool balls, (same as &quot;comb your hair...&quot;)<br>The neon buzzin`.<br>The telephone`s ringin`,<br>It`s your second cousin.<br>The barmaid`s smilin`<br>In the corner of her eye,<br>The magic of that melancoly tear in your eye.<br><br>Gotcha kinda quiverin`<br>Down in the core;<br>Dreamin` of them Saturdays<br>That came before,<br>That`s found you stumblin`,<br>Stumblin` under the heart of Saturday night.<br>Just stumblin` under the heart of Saturday night.