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
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