Looky here
Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And as a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes
Chorus:
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
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
Pretty soon, Ole Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pull his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes
(Chorus)
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Ohh Mr saturday night special
for 20 dollars you can buy yourself one too
Hand guns are made for killin'
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 'em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me
Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comMr. Saturday Night Special
And I'd like to tell you what to do with it too..
And thats the end of this song....