Saturday Night Special

Yeah, two feets they come a creeping

Like a black cat do

And two bodies are laying naked

Creeper thinks he got nothing to lose

So he creeps up into this house, yeah

And unlocks the door

And as a man's reaching for his trousers

Shoots him full of thirty eight holes

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothing

But put a man six feet in the hole

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey

And playing poker on a losing night

And pretty soon Ol' Jim starts a-thinking

Somebody been cheating and lying

So big Jim commence to fighting

I wouldn't tell you no lie

Big Jim done pull his pistol

And shot his friend right between the eyes

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothing

But put a man six feet in the hole

I'm gonna tell you what you can do with it too

Hand guns are made for killing

They ain't no good for nothing else

And if you like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So why don't we dump them people

To the bottom of the sea

Before some ol' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me?

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothing

But put a man six feet in the hole

It's the Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothing

But put a man six feet in the hole

Saturday night special

It's the Saturday night special

It's the Saturday night special