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<span class=tMaroon>Alias: Dogboy
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Two feets, they come
A creeping like a black cat do
And two bodies are lying naked
Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So, he creeps into this house
Yeah, and unlocks the door
And as a man`s
Reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

(CHORUS)
Mister Saturday night special
Got a barrel that`s blue and cold
Ain`t 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
Pretty soon, ole Jim starts a thinking
Somebody been cheating and lying

So Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn`t tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

(CHORUS)

Oh, mister Saturday Night Special
For twenty dollars, you can
Buy yourself one too

Here it comes

Let me tell you all about it

Hand guns are made for killing
They in`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 em, people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old 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 nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole

Mister Saturday night special
And I`d like to tell you what
You can do with it, too

It`s all right
Two feets, they come
A creeping like a black cat do
And two bodies are lying naked
Creeper think he got nothing to lose

So, he creeps into this house
Yeah, and unlocks the door
And as a man's
Reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of.38 holes

[CHORUS]
Mister Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't 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
Pretty soon, ole Jim starts a thinking
Somebody been cheating and lying

So Big Jim commence to fighting
I wouldn't tell you no lie
Big Jim done pulled his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

[repeat CHORUS]

Oh, mister Saturday Night Special
For twenty dollars, you can
Buy yourself one too

Here it comes

Let me tell you all about it

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 'em, people
To the bottom of the sea
Before some old 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 nothing
But put a man six feet in a hole

Mister Saturday night special
And I'd like to tell you what
You can do with it, too

It's all right

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