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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 nickel and dime And when the sun goes down, it feels like the last time Down on the main drag we ride the engines open If there's a fire inside that the one thing goin' 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 livin' makes history Let's kill Saturday night Well the little man's lot Is a princess life A prince with a lousy job A prince with a workin' wife Something in the big frame mobbed It never was so hard To keep a 20" tube and a fenced in yard But give me one night with the moon high And the radio poundin' And brother this town is gonna go down Kickin' and shoutin' 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 livin' makes history Let's kill Saturday night 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 livin' makes history Let's kill Saturday night Let's kill Saturday night |