Saturday Night Special

One, two, one, two, three

Ooh, here

Two feets, they come a-creepin'

Like a black cat do

And two bodies are layin' naked

A creeper think he got nothin' to lose

So, he creeps into this house, yeah

He unlocks the door

And as a man's reachin' for his trousers

Shoots him full of .38 holes

Mister Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

That ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey

And playin' poker on a losin' night

And pretty soon, ol' Jim starts thinkin'

Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So, Big Jim commenced to fightin'

I wouldn't tell you no lie

Big Jim done pulled his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

They ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, that's a Saturday Night Special

For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too

Ooh, here it comes

Ooh, let me tell you all about it

Hand guns are made for killin'

They ain't no good for nothin' else

And if you like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So, why don't we dump 'em, people?

To the bottom of the sea?

Before some ol' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you, or me

Mister Saturday Night Special

You got a barrel that's blue and cold

You ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, it's a Saturday Night Special

And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too

And that's the end of this song