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Well, Saturday night at eight oclock
I know where Im gonna go
Im a-gonna pick my baby up
And take her to the picture show
Everybody in the neighbourhood
Is dressing up to be there too
And were gonna have a ball
Just like we always do
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When youre hugging with your baby
In the last row in the balcony
Well, theres Technicolor and Cinemascope
A guest outta Hollywood
And the popcorn from the candy stand
Makes it all seem twice as good
Theres always lots of pretty girls
With figures they dont try to hide
But they never can compare
To the girl sitting by my side
Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When youre hugging with your baby
In the last row in the balcony
Oh, Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When youre hugging with your baby
In the last row in the balcony
Whoa, Saturday night at the movies
Who cares what picture you see
When youre hugging with your baby
In the last row in the balcony