Saturday Night Special

Saturday Night Special - The Comptones

Two feet they come a creeping like a black cat do

And two bodies are laying naked the creeper thinks

He's got nothing to lose

So he creeps into this house and unlocks the door

And as a man's reaching for his trousers

He shoots him full of thirty eight holes

Mister saturday night special got a barrel

That's blue and cold

It 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

And pretty soon old 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 pulled his pistol

He shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister saturday night special got a barrel

That's blue and cold

It ain't no good for nothing

But put a man six feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killing

They ain't no good for nothing else

And if you like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So why don't we dump them people to the bottom of the sea

Before some old fool comes around here

And want to shoot either you or me

Mister saturday night special got a barrel

That's blue and cold

It ain't no good for nothing

But put a man six feet in a hole