"Saturday Night Special" Lyrics

One, two...One, two, three...

(Intro)

Oooh, over here.

(Guitar plays)

Two feets they come a-creepin'
Like a black cat do.
And two bodies are layin' naked.
A creeper thinks he's got nothin' to lose.
So he creeps into this house, yeah,
And unlocks the door.
And as the man's reaching for his trousers,
He shoots him full of 38 holes.

Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold.
It ain't good for nothin' for puttin' men in a six-feet hole.

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playin' poker on a losin' night.
And pretty soon, Old Jim starts a-thinkin'
Somebody's been cheatin' and lyin'.
So Big Jim commences 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.
It ain't good for nothin' for puttin' men in a six-feet hole.

Oh, it's the Saturday Night Special.
For 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too.

Oooh, here it come.

(Guitar solo)

Oh, 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 old fool come around here,
Wanna shoot either you or me.

Mister Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold.
It ain't good for nothin' for puttin' men in a six-feet hole.

Oh, it's a Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it too.

And that's the end of this song, yeah.