Ho yeah.
Well two feets they come a creeping, like a black cat do.
And two bodies are laying naked, a creeper think he got nothing to lose.
Well so he creeps into this a house, yeah.
And unlocks the door.
And as a man's reaching for his trousers, he shoots him full of a thirty-eight holes.
Mister Saturday night a special, got a barrel that's blue and cold.
That aingt good for nothing, but put a man six feet in a hole.
Well Big Jim's been drinking the whiskey, and playing poker on a losing night.
And pretty soon oh Jim starts a thinking, A somebody been cheating and lying.
So Big Jim commences to fighting.
I wouldn't tell you no lie.
Big Jim gone-a pulled his pistol, Shot his friend right between the eyes.
Mister Saturday night oh special.
got a barrel that's blue and cold.
That aingt good for nothing, but put a man six feet in a hole.
Oh, it's a Saturday night special.
For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too!
Oh here it comes.
Oh let me tell you all about it.
A hand guns are made for killing.
They aint' no good for nothing else.
And if you like to drink your whiskey, you might even a 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 oh special, you got a barrel that's blue and cold.
You aingt good for nothing, but put a man six feet in a hole.
It's a Saturday night special.
And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it, woo.
And that's the end of this song.
