(Robbie Fulks)
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A dollar I make is a buck I owe
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And a forty-hour week leaves ten to blow
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But every game in this town is nickel-and-dime
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When the sun goes down it feels like the last time
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Down the main drag we ride with our engines roaring
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If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going
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I got a Mustang loaded
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I got a wrong to right
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I got a little red bullet
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Let's kill Saturday night
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Knock it out of its misery
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Nail that coffin tight
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High living, it's history
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Let's kill Saturday night
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The little man's lot is a prince's life
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A prince with a lousy job, a prince with a working wife
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Something in the big frame moved, it never was so hard
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To keep a twenty-inch tube and a fenced in yard
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But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
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And brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting
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CHORUS
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Let's Kill Saturday Night
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| 5 Chinese Brothers |
