Saturday Night Special by Tesla
Two feet's 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
And as a man's reachin' for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's 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
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
That ain't no good for nothin'
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