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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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Written 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 uh hey, Saturday night |
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Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night |
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Hey, Saturday night |
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Now everybody's dancin' down the local armory |
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With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery |
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Temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high |
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Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the place is gonna fly |
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Uh uh hey, Saturday night |
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Hey uh uh, 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 your rockin' shoes" |
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Uh uh hey, Saturday night |
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Hey uh uh, 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' Planet Sun |
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Uh uh hey, Saturday night |
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Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night |
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Ohh, Saturday night |
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Hey, another Saturday night |
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Hey, another Saturday night |
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Everybody's get high |
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Hey, another Saturday night |
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One more Saturday, one more Saturday night |
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