Yeah two feets they come a creepin'
   Like a black cat do
   And two bodies are laying naked
   Creeper thinks he got nothin' to lose
   So, he creeps up into this house yeah
   And unlocks the door
   And as a man's reaching for his trousers,
   Shoots him full of thirty-eight holes
  
   It's the Saturday Night Special
   Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
   Ain't good for nothin'
   But put a man six feet in the 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 pull his pistol
   And shot his friend right between the eyes
  
   It's the Saturday Night Special
   Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
   Ain't good for nothin'
   But put a man six feet in the hole
  
   I'm gonna tell you what you
   Can do with it 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 them people
   To the bottom of the sea
   Before some ol' fool come around here
   Wanna shoot either you or me
  
   It's the Saturday Night Special
   Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
   Ain't good for nothin'
   But put a man six feet in the hole
  
   It's the Saturday Night Special
   Got a barrel that's so blue and cold
   Ain't good for nothin'
   But put a man six feet in the hole
  
   Saturday Night Special
   It's the Saturday Night Special
   It's the Saturday Night Special