Track byThe Grateful Dead
I went down to the mountain, I was drinking some wine I looked up into heaven, lord I saw a mighty sign Writ in fire across the heaven, plain as black and white Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight Uh huh, hey, Saturday night One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night Everybody's dancing down at the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery Temperature keeps rising, everybody getting high Come the rocking stroke of midnight, the whole place is gonna fly Uh huh, hey, Saturday night One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night I turn on Channel Six, the President comes on the news Says I got no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues His wife says don't get crazy, Lord you know just what to do Just crank that old Victrola, put on your rocking shoes Uh huh, hey, Saturday night One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night 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 rocking, rolling music meets the rising, shining sun Uh huh, hey, Saturday night One more Saturday night Hey, Saturday night