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.
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.