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I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine, |
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Looked up in the heaven, 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 midnight, the place is 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 rollin' music meets the risin', shinin' sun. |