Yeah two feets they come a creepin'

Like a black cat do

And two bodies are laying naked

Creeper thinks he got nothin' to lose

So, he creeps up into this house yeah

And unlocks the door

And as a man's reaching for his trousers,

Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes

It's the Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in the hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey

And playin' poker on a losin' night

And pretty soon Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin'

Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So big Jim commence to fightin'

I wouldn't tell you no lie

Big Jim done pull his pistol

And shot his friend right between the eyes

It's the Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in the hole

I'm gonna tell you what you

Can do with it too

Hand guns are made for killin'

They ain't no good for nothin' 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 ol' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

It's the Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in the hole

It's the Saturday Night Special

Got a barrel that's so blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in the hole

Saturday Night Special

It's the Saturday Night Special

It's the Saturday Night Special