Saturday Night Special
Great White Lyrics


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Two feets they come a creepin'
Like a black cat do
And two bodies are lyin' naked
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose
So he creeps into this house, yeah
And unlocks the door
And while a man reaching for his trousers
Shoots him full of .38 holes

Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
And playing poker on a losin' night
Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin'
Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
So Big Jim commences to fightin'
I wouldn't tell you no lie
And Big Jim done grab his pistol
Shot his friend right between the eyes

Its a Saturday night special
Got a barrel that's blue and cold
Ain't no good for nothin'
But put a man six feet in a hole

Hand guns are made for killin'
Ain't no good for nothin' else
And if you like your whiskey
You might even shoot yourself
So why don't we dump 'em people
To the bottom of the sea




Before some fool come around here
Wanna shoot either you or me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Great White's song Saturday Night Special are filled with violent imagery and cautionary warnings about the dangers of owning a gun. The song is told from the perspective of multiple characters, all of whom have experienced the devastating consequences of gun violence.


The opening lines describe a burglar breaking into a house, and the homeowner's fatal response with a .38 caliber handgun. The lyrics suggest that the burglar may have been motivated by a lack of hope or a sense of reckless abandon, as he "think(s) he got nothin' to lose." The chorus describes the gun as a "Saturday night special," a cheap, easily accessible firearm that is "no good for nothin'" but killing.


The second vignette in the song features a character named Big Jim, who becomes violently angry after losing money at a poker game. Convinced that someone has cheated him, he shoots his friend in a fit of rage. The lyrics make it clear that situations like this are all too common, and that the easy availability of guns makes them more likely to happen.


The final verse of the song is a call to action, urging listeners to discard their guns before they can be used to harm someone. The lyrics suggest that guns are only good for killing, and that they are more likely to cause harm than to prevent it.


Overall, the lyrics to Saturday Night Special paint a bleak picture of a society where guns are easily accessible and frequently used in acts of violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do
Two people sneak into a house quietly, just like a sly cat.


And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes
The intruders sneak into the house and kill one of the occupants while he was trying to get dressed.


Its a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
This gun, called a "Saturday Night Special," isn't good for anything other than killing someone and burying them.


Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin'
Big Jim's been drinking and gambling, and he suspects someone's been cheating.


So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes
Big Jim starts a fight and then shoots his friend in the head with his gun.


Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself
Guns are only useful for killing, and if you drink alcohol, you might accidentally shoot yourself.


So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me
We should get rid of guns completely to prevent anyone, including ourselves, from being shot.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing
Written by: Edward C. King, Ronnie Van Zant

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Comments from YouTube:

John Hudak

I like the guitar playing on the Tesla version a bit better, but this vocalist comes much closer to the vibe of the original. Either way, nicely done!

sgt dug

The song is so good even a cover sounds pretty good-but it sure ISN'T NEARLY AS GOOD as the original. RIP skynyrd....

Gustavo Castañeda

oohhhh shit!!! fuckin' GREAT cover...

Charlie Creel

Sounds good but a masterpiece should be left along ,RIP ronald wyane van zant

Granville friel

Awesome!!?