Well I spoke to the devil
I told him to go to HELL!
He said,
"Hey, boy I just come from there."
So I said
"Well," (well)
He smiled like a shark.
Old teeth, pretty teeth,
He looked like an inspector,
With bright green eyes.
Green thin fingers,
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa pointing"¦.
Don't you know he was right?
Sitting on your high horse.
When the cowboys come for me,
Its sucha a crude form of transport,
A means to an end.
And an end and an end and an end.
Pretty pretty, sharp teeth all in a row"¦..
Face to face,
Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth.
And next time,
Taste the taste,
The sweet-sweet bittersweet taste of excess"¦.
Well, well, yes!
Ahh, he said he was a a peekish boss
A broken bed of nails,
Nails on fingers
My-My-My
My-My Fingers!
Sitting on your high horse.
When the cowboys come for me,
Its sucha a crude form of transport,
A means to an end,
And an end and an end and an end
(x2)
Pretty pretty, sharp teeth all in a row.
And I know (know)
We want to dance together
He licked his eyebrows clean
Say My-my-my I'm so impressed
I'm in distress, ITS YOUR DRESS!
Oh no Baby "¦"¦.(?)
I do declare! Oh noooo........ OW!
And for the last time...
Well I spoke to the devil,
I told him to go to HELL!
He said,
"Boy, I just come from there"
I said,
"Well, well, well"¦."
Oh well, well, well!
He smiled at me and
Lifts his jaw, folded wings a flood (?)
And if we can fly then we can go,
To hell, hell, hell....
"Well hell's a hard place my boy."
PRETTY!
Pretty sharp.
Pretty pretty"¦.
With sharp hooks and big teeth