(Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night Tom Waits

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
You got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
'Cause you're cruising with a six
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

[Bridge]
Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak

[Verse 3]
Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
'Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

[Bridge]
Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing?
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye?
The magic of the melancholy tear in your eye?