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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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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 what to do |
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Just crank 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 rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun |
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