Let's Kill Saturday Night

Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a 40-hour week
Leaves 10 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

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 20 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)