Come the rockin' stroke of midnight, the place is gonna fly
Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night
Hey, Saturday night
Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night
Turn on channel six, the President comes on the news
Hey, Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
Uh uh hey, Saturday night
Uh uh hey, Saturday night
Says, "I get no satisfaction, that's why I sing the blues"
Uh uh hey, Saturday night
'Get prepared, there's gonna be a party tonight'
Don't worry about tomorrow, Lord, you'll know it when it comes
When the rock and roll music meets the risin' Planet Sun
Then God way up in Heaven, for whatever it was worth
Now everybody's dancin' down the local armory
His wife say, "Don't get crazy, Lord, you know just what to do
One more Saturday, one more Saturday night
Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night
Temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high
Uh uh hey, Saturday night
Hey uh uh, one more Saturday night
Crank up that old Victrola, put on your rockin' shoes"
Thought He'd have a big old party, thought He'd call it Planet Earth
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery
Everybody's get high
Hey, Saturday night
Written fire across the heaven, plain as black and white
Hey, another Saturday night
Ohh, Saturday night
Hey, another Saturday night
