Oh, over here Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of 38 holes Mr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done pulled his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes Mr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me Mr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole