Let’s Kill Saturday Night Songtext
von Robbie Fulks

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

Down the main drag we ride with the engines open
There′s a fire inside, it's the one thing going

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


Well the little man′s lot
That's a prince′s life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Something in the big frame's moved
And 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

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

Yeah 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


Thank you all very much
Thank you