[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door An' as the man's reaching for his trousers He shoots him full of 38 holes [Chorus] Mister Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold It ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole [Verse 2] Big Jim's been drinking whiskey And playing poker on a losing night An' pretty soon, Ol' Jim starts a-thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commence to fighting I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes [Chorus] Mister Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold It ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole [Bridge] Hmm, and that's the Saturday Night Special For twenty dollars, you can buy yourself one, too Here it come [Guitar Solo] Oh, lemme tell you all about it [Verse 3] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Mister Saturday Night Special You got a barrel that's blue and cold You ain't good for nothing but puttin' men six feet in a hole [Outro] It's a Saturday Night Special And I'd like to tell you what you can do with it, too And that's the end of this song