Devil’s Night Out lyrics

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, he was diggin' the beat

And the band ripped like demons

When he screamed, "Turn On The Heat!"

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Well the Devil was drinkin' and dancin' 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 fuckin' crock

Most of all, they got no balls and don't know how to rock!

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