Lyrics:

Every Dollar I Make Is A Buck I Owe,
and A Forty Hour Week Leaves Ten To Blow.
but Every Game In This Town Is Just A Nickle And Dime,
and When The Sun Goes Down, It Feels Like The Last Time.
down On The Main Drag We Ride, The Engine's Open.
if There's A Fire Inside, That's The One Thing Goin.

i've Got The Mustang Loaded,
i've Got A Wrong To Right.
i Got A Little Red Bullet,
let's Kill Saturday Night.
knock It Out Of It's Misery,
nail That Coffin Tight.
high Livin', That's History
let's Kill Saturday Night.

well, The Little Man's Lot Is A Prince's Life
a Prince With The Lousy Job; A Prince With A Workin' Wife.
something In The Big Frame Moved, It Never Was So Hard,
to Keep A Twenty-Inch Tube And A Fenced-In Yard.
but Give Me One Night With The Moon High And The Radio Poundin',
an' Brother This Town Is Gonna Go Down A Kickin' And Shoutin',

i've Got The Mustang Loaded,
i've Got A Wrong To Right.
i Got A Little Red Bullet,
let's Kill Saturday Night.
knock It Out Of It's Misery,
nail That Coffin Tight.
high Livin', That's History
let's Kill Saturday Night.
hey.

i Got The Mustang Loaded,
i've Got A Wrong To Right.
i Got A Little Red Bullet,
let's Kill Saturday Night.
knock It Out Of It's Misery,
nail That Coffin Tight.
high Livin', That's History
let's Kill Saturday Night.

let's Kill Saturday Night.