| I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine
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| I looked up into heaven, lord I saw a mighty sign
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| Writ in 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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| Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
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| One more Saturday night
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| Hey, Saturday night
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| Everybody’s dancing down at the local armory
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| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery
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| Temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high
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| Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly
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| Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
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| One more Saturday night
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| Hey, Saturday night
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| I turn on Channel Six, the President comes on the news
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| Says I got no satisfaction, that’s why I sing the blues
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| His wife says don’t get crazy, Lord you know just what to do
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| Just crank that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes
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| Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
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| 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 rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun
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| Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
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| One more Saturday night
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| Hey, Saturday night |