Uh huh, hey, Saturday night
One more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Everybody's dancing down at the local armoury
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 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
