Lyrics:

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

(Chorus)
Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
Aint no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jims 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 wouldnt tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(Chorus)

Hand guns are made for killin
Aint no good for nothin else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why dont we dump em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me