Two feets they come a creepin
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are layin naked
Creeper think he got nothin to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a mans reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

(chorus)
Mr. saturday night special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jims been drinkin whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
And pretty soon, Ole jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin
So big Jim commenced to fightin
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And big jim done Pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

(chorus)

Ohh, Its a Saturday night special
And for twenty dollars
You can buy your self one too

Hand guns are made for killin'
They aint no good for nothin else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why dont we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

(chorus)

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