The Heart Of Saturday Night - Diana Krall

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

You got paid on Friday

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

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