Album Name : Let's Kill Saturday Night
Release Date : 1998-09-15
Song Duration : 3:11
Robbie Fulks Let's Kill Saturday Night
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.