| I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine
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| 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 going to 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 the local armory
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| With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery
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| The temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high
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| Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place going to fly
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| 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 say «Don't get crazy, Lord, you know what to do
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| Crank up that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes
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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 rising, shining sun |