One More Saturday Night - Bob Weir

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