Saturday Night Special

Saturday Night Special - The Hit Co.

Two feets they come a creeping

Like a black cat do

And two bodies are lying naked

Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house yeah

And unlocks the door

And while a man reaching for his trousers

Shoots him full of 38 holes

Its a Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't no good for nothing

But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey

And playing poker on a losing night

Pretty soon Jim starts a thinking

Somebody been cheating and lying

So Big Jim commences to fighting

I wouldn't tell you no lie

And Big Jim done grab his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

Its a Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't no good for nothing

But put a man six feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killing

Ain't no good for nothing else

If you like your dring of whiskey

Might even shoot yourself

So why don't we dumpem people

To the bottom of the sea

Before some fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

Its a Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't no good for nothing

But put a man six feet in a hole