Yeah, two feets they come a creeping   Like a black cat do   And two bodies are laying naked   Creeper thinks he got nothing 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 nothing   But put a man six feet in the hole      Big Jim's been drinking whiskey   And playing poker on a losing night   And pretty soon Ol' Jim starts a-thinking   Somebody been cheating and lying      So big Jim commence to fighting   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 nothing   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 killing   They ain't no good for nothing 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 nothing   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 nothing   But put a man six feet in the hole      Saturday night special   It's the Saturday night special   It's the Saturday night special