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Two feet they come a creepin'Like a black cat doAnd two bodies are layin' nakedCreeper think he got nothin' to loseSo he creeps into this house, yeahAnd unlocks the doorAnd as a man's reaching for his trousersShoots him full of thirty-eight holesMr. Saturday night specialGot a barrel that's blue and coldAin't good for nothin'But put a man six feet in a holeBig Jim's been drinkin' whiskeyAnd playin' poker on a losin' nightAnd pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin'Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'So Big Jim commence to fightin'I wouldn't tell you no lieBig Jim done pulled his pistolShot his friend right between the eyesMr. Saturday night specialGot a barrel that's blue and coldAin't good for nothin'Letras de cancionesBut put a man six feet in a holeOh, it's the Saturday night specialHand guns are made for killin'They ain't no good for nothin' elseAnd if you like to drink your whiskeyYou might even shoot yourselfSo why don't we dump 'em peopleTo the bottom of the seaBefore some ol' fool come around hereWanna shoot either you or meMr. Saturday night specialGot a barrel that's blue and coldAin't good for nothin'But put a man six feet in a holeMr. the Saturday night specialAnd I'd like to tell you what you could do with itAnd that's the end of the song From Letras Mania