Let’s Kill Saturday Night

[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