Recorded at Legend Studio, Pascagoula, Mississippi, June 1979, but never released.*
“Sabbathy Night”
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y night!
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y night!
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y night!
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y night!
Gonna keep on dancin’ to
the rock and roll
On Sabbathy night, Sabbathy night.
Dancin’ to the rhythm that will
save my soul
On Sabbathy night, Sabbathy night
I-I-I-I just can’t wait
HE-E-E-E is my date
At the good ole revival road
show, I gotta go
Sabbathy night
Sabbathy night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, fear The Fall!
Sabbathy night,
Sabbathy night
It’s just a Sabbathy Night
It’s just a Sabbathy Night
It’s just a Sabbathy Night
Gonna dance with my LORD till the
night is thru
On Sabbathy night, Sabbathy night
Tell HIM all the pious things that I’m
gonna do
On Sabbathy night, Sabbathy night
I-I-I-I love HIM so
I-I-I gotta let HIM know (through prayer!)
At the good ole revival road
show, I gotta go
Sabbathy night
Sabbathy night
Gonna rock it up, roll it up
Do it all, heed HIS call!
Sabbathy night
Sabbathy night
It’s just a Sabbathy night
It’s just a Sabbathy night
It’s just a Sabbathy night
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y NIGHT, S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y NIGHT!
S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y NIGHT, S-A-B-B-A-T-H-Y NIGHT!
It’s just a Sabbathy night
It’s just a SabbathyNight,
It’s just a Sabbathy Night,
It’s just a Sabbathy Night,
(repeat and fade)
Mocking CHRISTY LANE? You cad!
Straight to hell, Goldstein. A seat right up front, near the fire….
Sweet Jesus, now it’s stuck in my head.
You rat.
Ah, who gives a fuck if I’m going to hell.
Incidentally, all it takes now to be “civilized” is to agree with Commissar that the McCain judicial compromise was great for the country. As evidenced by his new map, which includes among the civilized Loaded Mouth—one of the most vicious partisan leftist sites in the blogosphere.
But tas DID say Commissar was level-headed for a rightie, so, y’know, flattery will get you everywhere.
Ego. All is ego…
I could put the top down and cruise to that.
For HIM, of course…
BTW, I don’t get that map at all.
Are you feeling left out AGAIN???? Christ, dude, draw your own f’ing map.
I sold this little number to a then unknown young British boy just getting started in the business, named Reggie Dwight.. Didnt think he had what it took to go anywhere with it though..
Well Sabbath Rocking is something shocking
when your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better time
and I guess I never will
Oy Lawdy mama those Friday nights
when Suzie wore her dresses tight
and the Sabbath Rocking was out of sight
I am assuming this is an old Presbyterian hymn, as the Bay City Rollers were from Scotland. And I think someone there is a connection between “holy rollers” and “Bay City Rollers”, but I’m not really sure.
And that’s Barry Sadler on backup vocals on the Cristy Lane 1979 recording. Does a nice job.
“Are you feeling left out AGAIN????
No. I just think Loaded Mouth is an uncivil dick who is now suddenly “civilized” by dint of complimenting Commissar for his willingness to paint conservative blogs who disagreed w/ him on the judicial compromise “unpatriotic.”
I don’t feel left out. I feel sad.
Jeff dies and wakes up to find he’s in Hell. He’s really depressed as he stands in the processing line waiting to talk to an admittance demon.
He thinks to himself, “I know I led a wild life, but I wasn’t that bad. I never thought it would come to this.” Looking up, he sees that it is his turn to be processed into Hell. With fear and a heavy heart, he walks up to the demon.
Demon: “What’s the problem? You look depressed.”
Jeff: “Well, what do you expect? I’m in Hell.”
Demon: “Hell’s not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun. Do you like to drink?”
Jeff: “Sure. I love to drink.”
Demon: “Well then, you’re going to love Mondays. On Mondays we drink up a storm. You can have whiskey, rum, tequila, beer, whatever you want, and as much as you want. We party all night long. And you don’t have to worry about your liver, because you’re already dead! You’ll love Mondays.
Do you smoke?”
Jeff: “Yes, actually I do.”
Demon: “You’re going to love Tuesdays. Tuesday is smoke day. You get to smoke the finest cigars and best cigarettes available anywhere. And you can smoke to your heart’s content without worrying about cancer, because you’re already dead. You’re going to love Tuesdays.
How about drugs? Do you do any drugs?”
Jeff: “Well, in my younger days I experimented a little, but I never inhaled.”
Demon: “Well, you can experiment with anything you want on Wednesdays. That’s drug day. You can toke, snort, drop, or shoot any kind of drug you’d like to experience, and you don’t have to worry about overdoses or getting hooked, because you’re already dead. You’re going to love Wednesdays.
Do you like to gamble?”
Jeff: “Sure, I love to gamble.”
Demon: “Well, Thursdays are for you! We gamble all day and night black jack, craps, slots, horse races, everything! You’re going to love Thursdays.
Are you gay?”
Jeff: “No, I’m not.”
Demon: (winces) “Oh man… You’re going to hate Fridays…”
Nice to see my hometown mentioned in a post, even if it includes a reference to Cristy Lane. She annoys the hell out of me.
Sounds catchy … can you dance to it? I mean, dirty dance?
“I don’t feel left out. I feel sad.”
Well, if this were to happen to my 7th grade daughter, she would refuse to sit at the same lunch table as Loaded Mouth, but then, she doesn’t have her own blog.
OK, who do I have to sleep with to have this post explained to me?
Robin, I don’t get it either.
Mom and Dad this is Christy
Christy, this is my mom and dad
Now show ‘em them titties
…
Where’s Ana when Robin needs more vocab lessons?
Jeff, please just keep callin’ ‘em like you see ‘em!
The timing on that middle part where the song stops is hard to get – I’ve been working on it all morning as part of my Christy Lane tribute band’s setlist. I don’t know if we’ll be able to nail it live, but I know we’ll be forgiven if we miss the transition.
Additionally, my friend Johnny Walker Red from the now defunct “Right on Red” blog said it best a while back:
“What happened to the Commissar? Didn’t he used to be funny?”
You laugh – but the second service at my otherwise-Lutheran church features a contemporary praise band that does that sort of thing
(the first service has the pipe organ, choir, and hymnal – just as God intended)
About two weeks ago we missed the early service and ended up with this:
Our God
God the Father is the best
God the Son is too, he died to keep us blest.
The Holy Spirit is God, too
The Three-in-one God miracle
there’s lots of praise to do.
Our God, Hallelujah, Our God
Our God, Hallelujah, Our God
Our Church always has a crowd
There’s always something happening
And it’s usually quite loud
Our Church, welcomes all inside the doors
God’s truth is quite wonderful
we praise but are not proud.
Our God, Hallelujah, Our God,
let us always sing His Praise…
Our God, Hallelujah, Our God
Our God, Hallelujah, Our God
The Father sent his only Son,
Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God
He died to save us all from sin
….
… at which point I grabbed my wife, the kids and walked out.
You’re lucky. If I have to listen to “Morning has Broken” one more friggin’ time, I’m gonna ‘clear the temple’.
BumperStickerest:
Did I miss a verse?
And my church is always bouncing
My church always full…