Saturday night speciallynyrd skynyrd two feets they come a creepinlike a black cat doand two bodies are layin' naked.creeper think he got nothin' to lose.so he creeps into this house, yeahand unlocks the doorand as a man's reaching for his trousersshoots him full of thirty-eight holes. it's the saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain'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 thinkinsomebody been cheatin' and lyin'.so big jim commence to fightin',i wouldn't tell you no lie.big jim done pulled his pistol,shot his friend right between the eyes. it's the saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a holehand guns are made for killin',they ain't no good for nothin' else.and if you like to drink your whiskeyyou might even shoot yourself.so why don't we dump 'em peopleto the bottom of the seabefore some ol' fool come around here,wanna shoot either you or me. it's the saturday night special you got a barrel that's blue and cold you ain't good for nothin but put a man six feet in a hole it's the saturday night special and i'd like to tell you what you could do with it and that's the end of the song