Let`s Kill Saturday Night Lyrics

Let`s Kill Saturday Night lyrics

Every 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 nickle and dime

And when the sun goes down 

It feels like the last time

Down on the main drag 

We ride the engine's 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 got a little red bullet

Let's kill Saturday night

Knock it out of it's misery

Nail that coffin tight

High livin' 

That's history

Let's kill Saturday night 



Well the little man's lot 

Is a prince's life

A prince with a lousy job 

A prince with a workin' wife

Something in the big frame moved 

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 poundin'

An' brother this town 

is gonna go down 

A kickin' and shoutin' 



I've got the Mustang loaded

I've got a wrong to right

I got a little red bullet

Let's kill Saturday night

Knock it out of it's misery

Nail that coffin tight

High livin' 

That's history

Let's kill Saturday night

Hey 



I've got the Mustang loaded

I've got a wrong to right

I got a little red bullet

Let's kill Saturday night

Knock it out of it's misery

Nail that coffin tight

High livin' 

That's history

Let's kill Saturday night 



Let's kill Saturday night