Let's Kill Saturday Night      Well a dollar I make   Is a buck I owe   And a 40-hour week   Leaves 10 to blow   But every game in this town   Is just a nickel-and-dime   And when the sun goes down   It feels like the last time      So down the main drag we ride with the engines open   If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going      I've got the Mustang loaded   I've got a wrong to right   I've got a little red bullet   Let's kill Saturday night.   Knock it out of its misery   Nail that coffin tight   High living that's history   Let's kill Saturday night.      Well the little man's lot   Is a prince's life   A prince with a lousy job   A prince with a working wife   Something in the big frame's moved   Oh, it never was so hard   To keep a 20 inch tube   And a fenced-in yard      But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding   And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.