(verse 1)
Every dollar I make, is a buck I owe,
And a fourty hour week, leaves ten to blow,
But every game in this to---wn, is just a nickle and dime,
And when the sun goes down, it feels like the last time,
(pre-cho)
Down the main drag we ride the engines open,
If there's a fire inside that's the one thing goin,
I've got the Mustang loaded, I've got a wrong to right,
I gotta 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)
Give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding,
And brother this town is gonna go down a kickin and a shoutin,
I've got the Mustang loaded, I've got a wrong to right,
I gotta 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,
I've got the Mustang loaded, I've got a wrong to right,
I gotta 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,
Let's kill Saturday Night,