Saturday Night Special

Woo oh, yeah Verse 1 Two feet they come a creepin' like a black cat do And two bodies are layin' naked, a creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah, and unlocks the door An' as the man's reaching for his trousers, he shoots him full of 38 holes Chorus Mister 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 Verse 2 Big Jim's been drinking whiskey and playing poker on a losing night An' pretty soon, Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin' somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fighting, I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol, shot his friend right between the eyes Chorus Bridge Hmm, and that's the Saturday Night Special For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too Woo, dear God Guitar Solo Oh, lemme tell you all about it Verse 3 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 'em, people, to the bottom of the sea Before some old fool come around here, wanna shoot either you or me Chorus Outro And it's a Saturday Night Special And you know what you can do with it too, yeah And that's the end of this song, yeah