Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard, your lookin' for the heart of Saturday Night.
And you got paid on Friday, and your pockets are jinglin'
Then you comb your hair, shave your face, tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
Of 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,