| I went down to the mountain, i was drinking some wine,
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| Looked up in the heavens lord i saw a mighty sign,
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| Writt’n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white;
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| Get prepared, there’s gonna be a party tonight.
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| Uhuh, hey! |
| saturday night!
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| Yeh, uhuh one more saturday night,
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| Hey saturday night!
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| Everybody’s dancin’down the local armory
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| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.
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| The temperature keeps risin', everybody gittin’high;
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| Come the rockin’stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.
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| Uhuh, hey! |
| saturday night!
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| Yeh, uhuh one more saturday night,
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| Hey saturday night!
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| Turn on channel six, the president comes on the news,
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| Says, «i get no satisfaction, that’s why i sing the blues.»
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| His wife say «don't get crazy, lord, you know just what to do,
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| Crank up that old victrola, put on them rockin’shoes.»
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| Uhuh, hey! |
| saturday night!
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| Yeh, uhuh one more saturday night,
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| Hey saturday night!
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| Then god way up in heaven, for whatever it was worth,
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| Thought he’d have a big old party, thought he’d call it planet earth.
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| Don’t worry about tomorrow, lord, you’ll know it when it comes,
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| When the rock and roll music meets the risin’sun. |