Robbie Fulks - Let's k** Saturday Night lyrics

Let's k** 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 k** Saturday night. Knock it out of its misery Nail that coffin tight High living that's history Let's k** 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.