Y a les mots qui amusent
Et ceux qui nous abusent
Comme autant de morsures
Les mots qu'on pleure
Et crache en venin
Dans le chagrin
Et ceux qu'on échange
En poignées de main
Y a les mots qui nous lient
Sous le sceau du secret
Et ceux qui déchirent
Et séparent àjamais
Les mots qui nous hantent
Pour un instant de folie
Et ceux qui disparaissent dans l'oubli
Dans tous ces mots
Qui m'entourent et m'appellent
J'entends des enfants jouer dans la ruelle
Je vois des ponts bâtis au bout des hommes
Au bou
Saturday Night Special
Two feets they come a creepin
like a black cat do
and two bodies are layin' naked.
Creeper think he got nothin' to lose.
So he creeps into this house, yeah
and unlocks the door
and as a man's reaching for his trousers
shoots him full of thirty-eight holes.
It's the Saturday night special
got a barrel that's blue and cold
ain't good for nothin
but put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey
and playin' poker on a losin' night
and pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin
somebody been cheatin' and lyin'.
So big Jim commence to fightin',
I wouldn't tell you no lie.
Big Jim done pulled his pistol,
shot his friend right between the eyes.
It's the Saturday night special
got a barrel that's blue and cold
ain't good for nothin
but put a man six feet in a hole
Hand guns are made for killin',
they ain't no good for nothin' else.
And if you like to drink your whiskey
you might even shoot yourself.
So why don't we dump 'em people
to the bottom of the sea
before some ol' fool come around here,
wanna shoot either you or me.
It's the Saturday night special
you got a barrel that's blue and cold
you ain't good for nothin
but put a man six feet in a hole
It's the saturday night special
and I'd like to tell you what you could do with it
and that's the end of the song