Karaoké Saturday Night Special Lynyrd Skynyrd

Woah over here

Two feets they come a creepin' like a black cat do

And two bodies are layin' naked a creep thinks he got nothin' to lose

So he creeps into this house yeah and unlocks the door

And as a man's reachin' for his trousers

Shoots him full of thirty eight holes

Mister Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold

They ain't good for nothin' but put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinking whiskey

And playin' 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 wouldn't tell you no lies

Big Jim done a pulled his pistol

Shot his friend right between the eyes

Mister Saturday night special got a barrel that's blue and cold

Ain't good for nothin' but put a man six feet in a hole

Ooh it's a

Saturday nite special

For twenty dollars you can buy yourself one hoo

Woah here it comes

Huh let me tell you all about it

Handguns are made for killin' they ain't no good for nothin' else

And if ya like to drink your whiskey

You might even shoot yourself

So why don't we dump all people

To the bottom of the sea

Before some ole' fool come around here

Wanna shoot either you or me

Mister 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 a Saturday nite special and I'd like to tell ya what you could do with it ooh

That's the end of this song yeah