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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. |
