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Tom Waits - "(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
Jim Hughart
Jim Hughart
Upright Bass
Jim Gordon
Jim Gordon
Foot Stomping
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dayton Burr Howe
Dayton Burr Howe
Producer
Geoff Howe
Geoff Howe
Assistant Engineer
Peter Lyman
Peter Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Terry Dunavan
Terry Dunavan
Original Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
[Verse 2]
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jingling, and then you see the lights
You get all tingling 'cause you're cruising with a six
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night
[Verse 3]
Then you comb your hair, 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 4]
Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
[Verse 5]
Tell me, is 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?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
[Verse 6]
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
[Verse 7]
Well, you gassed her up, and you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night
[Verse 8]
Is the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing?
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
And the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye
[Verse 9]
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night
Written by: Thomas Alan Waits
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