Let's Kill Saturday Night Lyrics - Singles - Fulks Robbie

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 

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.