Armored Saint - Saturday Night Special

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