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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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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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Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
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Yea, huh 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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Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
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Yea, huh one more Saturday night,
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Hey Saturday night!
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short solo
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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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Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
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Yea, huh 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' shining sun.
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Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
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Yea, huh one more Saturday night,
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Hey Saturday night!
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Intro Lick
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Outro Jam
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Don't forget the 2 walk ups....
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