" The Heart Of Saturday Night"

When Friday's pay is hot in your pockets
And Gloria's at home alone
You're staring at the phone trying to find courage
To call her and ask what she's doin' tomorrow
But your heartbeats so fast you're pickin' at the fight
And then the knock at the door
Is the girl with a glitter look in her eyes
Askin' what you're doin' with the heart of Saturday night
And your pants begin to dance
With Friday's pay burnin' hot in your pocket
And you just smile and say
Listen little darlin' lets go right now
And maybe we'll still be awake
For the heart of Saturday night
And if not we'll fake the Friday pay into Saturday
And then the entire weekend
Will be the heart of Saturday night....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)