(robbie fulks)

A dollar I make is a buck I owe
And a forty-hour week leaves ten to blow
But every game in this town is nickel-and-dime
When the sun goes down it feels like the last time
Down the main drag we ride with our engines roaring
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going

I got a mustang loaded
I got a wrong to right
I got a little red bullet
Let's kill saturday night
Knock it out of it's misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living, it's history
Let's kill saturday night

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 moved, it never was so hard
To keep a twenty-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

Chorus

• Big Boots
• Blue Boy
• I Call My Pain by Your Name
• I Can See
• I'm Not Finished Yet
• It's a Secret
• Let's Kill Saturday Night
• Look at It Rain
• Marionette
• Midnight at The Liberty
• My Love for You Has Turned to Hate
• Product of Dysfunction
• That's What I Would Do
• The Boy from New York City Girl from Tennessee
• Three Cool Guys