Let’s Kill Saturday Night

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well a dollar I make is a buck I owe And a forty-hour week leaves ten to blow But every game in this town is just a nickel-and-dime And when the sun goes down it feels like the last time So down the main drag we ride with the engines open If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going [Chorus] I've got the Mustang loaded I've got a wrong to right I've got a little red bullet Let's kill Saturday night Knock it out of its misery Nail that coffin tight High living that's history Let's kill Saturday night [Verse 2] Well the little man's lot is a prince's life A prince with a lousy job, a prince with a working wife Something in the big frame's moved, oh, it never was so hard To keep a twenty inch tube and a fenced-in yard But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting [Chorus] I've got the Mustang loaded I've got a wrong to right I've got a little red bullet Let's kill Saturday night Knock it out of its misery Nail that coffin tight High living that's history Let's kill Saturday night [Chorus] I've got the Mustang loaded I've got a wrong to right I've got a little red bullet Let's kill Saturday night Knock it out of its misery Nail that coffin tight High living that's history Let's kill Saturday night