Richman jon

HEART OF SATURDAY NIGHT, THE

[Cover of song by Tom Waits; as usual, Jojo totally changes the lyrics and makes them occasionally undeciferable.]

This town's got three streets, make that four / An alley and a bar and a hardware store / Barreling down the boulevard, Looking for the heart of Saturday night / Lost your razor, borrow mine. [?] / A little bit nervous, but feeling fine / A little excited, looking for the heart of Saturday night / It's the sound of the pool bar, cousin, that big ole bar sign buzzing, / that waitress that laughs at your jokes / That sleepy little town when it's comin' awoke / Come on, come on, can't stop now, gotta find Saturday night somehow / Barrelin' down the boulevard, Looking for the heart of Saturday night [musical interlude] Let the sound of the pool ball get ya, it sort of excites ya, it sort of upsets ya / That waitress that thinks you're cute / She's got the miniskirt, she's got the high heel boot.

In contrast to JoJo's lyrics, here are the lyrics to the Tom Waits original:

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 - And you got paid on Friday / And your pockets are jinglin' / And you see the lights / You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6/ And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night - Then you comb your hair / Shave your face / Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace / 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 / 'Cause tonight'll be like nothin' / You've ever seen / And you're barrelin' down the boulevard / Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night - Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? / Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin / Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye? / Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. - Makes it kind of quiver down in the core / 'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before / And now you're stumblin' / You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night - Well you gassed her up / And you're behind the wheel / With your arm around your sweet one / In your Oldsmobile / Barrellin' down the boulevard, / You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night - Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin? / Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin / And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye / Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye. - Makes it kind of special down in the core / And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before / It's found you stumblin' / Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night / And you're stumblin' / Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night