Well, Saturday night at 8 o'clockI know where I'm gonna goI'm a-gonna pick my baby upAnd take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighborhoodIs dressin' up to be there, tooAnd we're gonna have a ballJust like we always do
Saturday night at the moviesWho cares what picture you seeWhen you're huggin' with your babyIn the last row of the balcony?
Well, there's Technicolor and CinemascopeA cast out of HollywoodAnd the popcorn from the candy standMakes it all seem twice as good
There's alway lots of pretty girlsWith figures they don't try to hideBut they never can compareTo the girl sittin' by my side
Saturday night at the moviesWho cares what picture you seeWhen you're huggin' with your babyIn the last row of the balcony?
Oh, Saturday night at the moviesWho cares what picture you seeWhen you're huggin' with your babyIn the last row of the balcony?
Whoa-oh, Saturday night at the moviesWho cares what picture you seeWhen you're huggin' with your babyIn the last row of the balcony?
Well, Saturday night at the moviesWho cares what picture you seeWhen you're huggin' with your baby...