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 a 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'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 Let's kill Saturday night