(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night - Madeleine Peyroux (玛黛琳·蓓荷)

Written by：Tom Waits

You gas her up

You're behind the wheel

Your arm around your sweet one

In your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Got paid on Friday

Your pockets are jingling

You see the lights

You get all tinglin' 'cause you're cruising with a six

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Comb your hair

Feed your face

Try to wipe out every trace

Of all the other days

In the week you know this'll be the Saturday

Reachin' your peak

You stop on the red

Go on the green

Tonight'll be like nothing

You've ever seen

Barreling down the boulevard

Looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the poolballs neon buzzin'

Telephone ringing it's your second cousin

Barman smilin' from the corner of his eye

The magic of that melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core

Dreaming of those Saturdays that came before

Now you're stumblin'

Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Now you're stumblin'

Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night