One, two, one, two, three ♪ 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, yeah And unlocks the door And as a man's reaching for his trousers He shoots him full of 38 holes Mister Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold That ain't good for nothin' But puttin' men six feet in a hole ♪ Big Jim's been drinking whiskey And playing poker on a losing night And pretty soon, ol' Jim starts a-thinkin' "Oh, somebody been cheatin' and lyin'" So Big Jim commence to fighting I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol He shot his friend right between the eyes Mister Saturday Night Special Got a barrel that's blue and cold That ain't good for nothin' But puttin' men six feet in a hole Oh, that's the Saturday Night Special For 20 dollars, you can buy yourself one too ♪ Here it comes ♪ Oh, 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 'em, people To the bottom of the sea Before some old fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me? Mister Saturday Night Special You got a barrel that's blue and cold You ain't good for nothin' But puttin' men six feet in a hole It's the Saturday Night Special And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it too ♪ And that's the end of the song