Saturday Night At The Movies

Well, Saturday night at 8 o'clock
I know where I'm gonna go
I'm a-gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show

Everybody in the neighborhood
Is dressin' up to be there, too
And we're gonna have a ball
Just like we always do

Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row of the balcony?

Well, there's Technicolor and Cinemascope
A cast out of Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good

There's alway lots of pretty girls
With figures they don't try to hide
But they never can compare
To the girl sittin' by my side

Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row of the balcony?

Oh, Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row of the balcony?

Whoa-oh, Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby
In the last row of the balcony?

Well, Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When you're huggin' with your baby...



Credits
Writer(s): Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil
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