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 Mister saturday night special for twenty dollars you can buy yourself one too Hand guns are made for k**ing 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 Mister saturday night special i'd like to tell you what you can do with it too