时间：2014-08-22
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Saturday Night Special - The Comptones
Two feet they come a creeping like a black cat do
And two bodies are laying naked the creeper thinks
He's got nothing to lose
So he creeps into this house and unlocks the door
And as a man's reaching for his trousers
He shoots him full of thirty eight holes
Mister saturday night special got a barrel
That's blue and cold
It ain't no good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
Big jim's been drinking whiskey
And playing poker on a losing night
And pretty soon old jim starts a thinking
Somebody been cheating and lying
So big jim commences to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And big jim done pulled his pistol
He shot his friend right between the eyes
Mister saturday night special got a barrel
That's blue and cold
It ain't no good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
Hand guns are made for killing
They ain't no good for nothing else
And if you like to drink your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump them people to the bottom of the sea
Before some old fool comes around here
And want to shoot either you or me
Mister saturday night special got a barrel
That's blue and cold
It ain't no good for nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole
