Devil's Night Out

(albüm: Devil's Night Out - 1990)

Remember that night? It seems so clear
Now he's back and I'm glad he's here
Three long years, millions of beers
But the devil is back, so girls, dry your tears

In his favorite club, in his favorite seat
Well, I saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet
Pork pie hat on his head, and he was digging the beat
And the band ripped like demons
When he screamed, "Turn on the heat!"

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Well, the devil was drinking and dancing up a storm
The band was so hot, my beer got warm
Just when I thought it would all cool down
That evil motherfucker screamed, "Burn this place down!"

Wouldn't know the devil if he punched them in the face
Couldn't drink a six-pack, never mind a case
Don't know how to skateboard, that's just a fucking crock
Most of all, they got no balls and don't know how to rock!

Ugh