Let's Kill Saturday Night

Every dollar I make is a buck I owe,

And a forty hour week leaves ten to blow.

But every game in this town is just a nickle and dime,

And when the sun goes down, it feels like the last time.

Down on the main drag we ride, the engine's open.

If there's a fire inside, that's the one thing goin.

I've got the Mustang loaded,

I've got a wrong to right.

I got a little red bullet,

Let's kill Saturday night.

Knock it out of it's misery,

Nail that coffin tight.

High livin', that's history:

Let's kill Saturday night.

Well, the little man's lot is a prince's life:

A prince with the lousy job; a prince with a workin' wife.

Something in the big frame moved, it never was so hard,

To keep a twenty-inch tube and a fenced-in yard.

But give me one night with the moon high and the radio poundin',

An' brother this town is gonna go down a kickin' and shoutin',

I've got the Mustang loaded,

I've got a wrong to right.

I got a little red bullet,

Let's kill Saturday night.

Knock it out of it's misery,

Nail that coffin tight.

High livin', that's history:

Let's kill Saturday night.

Hey.

I got the Mustang loaded,

I've got a wrong to right.

I got a little red bullet,

Let's kill Saturday night.

Knock it out of it's misery,

Nail that coffin tight.

High livin', that's history:

Let's kill Saturday night.

Let's kill Saturday night.