Went down to the mountain,
I was drinking some wine.
Looked up in the Heaven,
Lord, I saw a mighty sign.
Written fire across the heaven,
Plain as black and white.
Get prepared,
There's gonna be a party tonight.
Uh uh, hey, Saturday night.
Hey, uh uh, one more Saturday night.
Hey, Saturday night.
Now everybody's dancin',
Down the local armory.
With a basement full of dynamite,
And live artillery.
Temperature keeps risin',
Everybody gettin' high.
Come the rockin' stroke of midnight,
The place is gonna fly.
Hey, uh uh, one more Saturday nights
Turn on channel six,
The President comes on the news.
Says, "I get no satisfaction,
That's why I sing the blues.”
His wife say, "Don't get crazy,
Lord, you know just what to do.
Crank up that old Victrola,
Put on your rockin' shoes.”
Then God way up in Heaven,
For whatever it was worth.
Thought he'd have a big old party,
Thought he'd call it planet Earth.
Don't worry about tomorrow,
Lord, you'll know it when it comes.
When the rock and roll music,
Meets the risin' planet Sun.
Hey, uh uh, one more Saturday night
Ohh, Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night.
Everybody's get high.
One more Saturday,
One more Saturday night.
