Lyrics:

Two feets 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 mans reachin for his trousers
He shoots him full of .38 holes

Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
That 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
And pretty soon, ole Jim starts a thinkin
Somebody been cheatin and lyin

So Big Jim commenced to fightin
I wouldnt tell you no lie
And Big Jim done pulled his pistol
And shot his friend right between the eyes

Mr. Saturday Night Special
Got a barrel thats blue and cold
That aint no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, and its a Saturday Night Special
And for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too

Oh, let me tell you all about
Hand guns are made for killin
They aint no good for nothin else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself

So why dont we dump em people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool come around here
And wanna shoot either you or me

Oh, Mr. Saturday Night Special
You got a barrel thats blue and cold
That aint no good for nothin
But put a man six feet in a hole

Oh, and its a Saturday Night Special
Id like to tell you what you could do with it too

Oh yeah, its a Saturday Night Special
Oh, just like [Incomprehensible]