Two feet 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

Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes Mr. Saturday night special

Got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't 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

And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin'

Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'

So Big Jim commence to fightin'

I wouldn't tell you no lie

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 good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in a hole Oh, it's the Saturday night special, for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too 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 ol' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me Mr. Saturday night special

You got a barrel that's blue and cold

You ain't good for nothin'

But put a man six feet in a hole Mr. the Saturday night special

And I'd like to tell you what you could do with it

And that's the end of the song