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Well, Saturday night at eight o'clock |
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I know where I'm gonna go |
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I'm a-gonna pick my baby up |
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And take her to the picture show |
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Everybody in the neighborhood |
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Is dressing up to be there, too |
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And we're gonna have a ball |
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Just like we always do |
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Saturday night at the movies |
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Who cares what picture you see |
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When you're hugging with your baby |
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Last row in the balcony? |
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Well, there's Technicolor and Cinemascope |
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A cast out of Hollywood |
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And the popcorn from the candy stand |
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Makes it all seem twice as good |
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There's always lots of pretty girls |
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With figures they don't try to hide |
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But they never can compare |
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To the girl sitting by my side |
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Saturday night at the movies |
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Who cares what picture you see |
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When you're hugging with your baby |
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Last row in the balcony? |
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Oh, Saturday night at the movies |
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Who cares what picture you see |
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When you're hugging with your baby |
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Last row in the balcony? |
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Whoa, Saturday night at the movies |
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Who cares what picture you see |
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When you're hugging with your baby |
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Last row in the balcony? |
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Yeah, Saturday night at the movies |
