Il testo della Saturday night special

1, 2, 1-2-3...
Ooooooo. over here...

Two feets 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 and
He unlocks the door
An' as the man reachin' for his trousers
Shoots him full of a .38 hole

Mister saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue an' cold
They ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playin' poker on a losin' night
An' pretty soon 'ol jim starts ta thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So big jim commence to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big jim gonna pull his pistol
Shot his friend there right between the eyes

Mister saturday night special,
Got a barrel that's blue an' cold
It ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oooooo and it's a saturday night special
For twenty dollar you can buy yourself one too
Ooooo here it comes...

(guitar solo)

Ooooo lemme tell you all about it

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 all the people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some 'ol fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Mister saturday night special
You got a barrel that's blue an' cold
You ain't good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Ooooo it's a saturday night special
And i'd like to tell you what you could do with it too
And that's the end of this song, yeah!