Lyrics Mean Old Devil - Bruce Haack

Mean Old Devil

Jesus Boy, is that you struttin' around at this ungodly hour?!
I’m a mean old devil
Never 'gonna level with you boy, uh uh
And I’m a sly old devil
Nothing you can peddle to me, boy, uh uh
I’ve got the power to be man of the hour
Can help you change your mind
You got a chance to keep your pants
'Cause your daddy was a friend of mine
People think that they can (?)
Their spirit is aching with
Cataracts and women’s tears
And there’s nothing better
Than a special letter
Saying that (?)
I hate to tell you, you’re gonna (?) me
Even though I think you’re nuts
Since I can’t destroy you
I’ll probably have to employ you
But you’ll probably hate my guts
Hate my very guts
Come with me, I’ll take you in the town
Buy you pot, and women and booze
And golden sæx, forget the tax
Say, tell me the size of your shoes, boy