You know I gassed her up

I'm behind the wheel

With my arm around my baby

In my Oldsmobile

And I'm cruisin' down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

I got paid on Friday

and my pockets they're jingling

The bright lights of the city

I feel all a-tingling

And I'm moving down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Take my arm

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Put on your light French jeans

Sweet baby blue

Oo Ia Ia, here's looking at you

Moving down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

You know I combed my hair

and shaved my face

I want to wipe out every trace

Of all the other days in the week

Tins gonna be the one night

I be reacinn' my peak

Stop on the red

Pick up on the green

I'm gonna be the something

you ain't never seen, babe

Barrelling down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Take my arm

Moving down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is It the crack of the pool balls?

Is it the neon buzzin'?

Is it the jazz man playing?

Is it my second cousin?

The bar maid

is smiling in the corner of her eye

Is it the melancholy tear

that I see in her eye?

It makes me kind of quiver down in the corn

Thinking of the Saturdays

that have gone down before

Moving on down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Moving on down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Looking for the heart of Saturday night