Saturday Night Special

Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do

And two bodies are layin naked

Creeper think he got nothin to lose

So he creeps into this house, yeah

And unlocks the door

And as a mans reaching for his trousers

Shoots him full of .38 holes

Mr.Saturday night special

Got a barrel thats blue and cold

Aint no good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

Jims been drinkin whiskeyBig

And playing poker on a losin night

And pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin

Somebody been cheatin and lyin

So Big Jim commences to fightin
I wouldnt tell you no lie

And Big Jim done pull his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

Mr.Saturday night special

Got a barrel thats blue and cold

Aint no good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

Oooh Saturday night special...

For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too...

Oooh let me tell you all about it...

Well hand guns are made for killin

They aint no good for nothin else

And if you like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So why dont we dump em people

To the bottom of the sea

Before some ole fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

Mr.Saturday night special

Got a barrel thats blue and cold

Aint no good for nothin

But put a man six feet in a hole

Ooooh its a Saturday night special

And Id like to tell you what you can do with it too...