Dion Lookin' For The Heart Of Saturday Night
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 at 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.
