Saturday Night Special

Two feet they come a creeping like a black cat do

And two bodies are laying naked the creeper thinks he's got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house and unlocks the door

And as a man's reaching for his trousers he shoots him full of thirty eight holes

Mister Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold

It ain't no good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole

Big jim's been drinking whiskey and playing poker on a losing night

And pretty soon old jim starts a thinking somebody been cheating and lying

So big jim commences to fighting i wouldn't tell you no lie

And big jim done pulled his pistol he shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold

It ain't no good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole

Mister Saturday night special for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one 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 old fool comes around here and want to shoot either you or me

Mister Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold

It ain't no good for nothing but put a man six feet in a hole

Mister Saturday night special i'd like to tell you what you can do with it too