Lyrics:

Well Saturday Night At 8 O''clock**lf**i Know Where I''m Gonna Go**lf**i''m Gonna Pick My Baby Up**lf**and Take Her To The Picture Show**lf****lf**everybody In The Neighbourhood**lf**is Dressing Up To Be There Too**lf**and We''re Gonna Have A Ball**lf**just Like We Always Do**lf****lf**chorus**lf**saturday Night At The Movies**lf**who Cares What Picture You See**lf**when You''re Hugging With Your Baby In Last Row In The Balcony**lf****lf**well There''s Technicolor And Cinemascope**lf**a Cast Out Of Hollywood**lf**and The Popcorn From The Candy Stand**lf**makes It All Seem Twice As Good**lf****lf**there''s Always Lots Of Pretty Girls**lf**with Figures They Don''t Try To Hide**lf**but They Never Can Compare**lf**to The Girl Sittin'' By My Side**lf****lf**(Repeat Chorus Till Fade