| It’s midnight
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| Unholy powers rising
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| A brand new shirt and cologne
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| His platform shoes shine
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| Like brightly polished mirrors
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| He’s going dancing, he’ll boogie tonight
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| I can you hear Satan laughing?
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| We have such good times
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| He’s got that special something in his evil eye
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| It’s midnight
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| The witching hour’s rising
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| I heard a knock at the door
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| Through the peephole
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| The Lord of Flies is waving
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| A bottle of Scotch he’s raring to go
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| I can you hear Satan laughing?
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| We have such good times
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| He’s got that special something in his evil eye
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| In his evil eye
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| In his evil eye
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| In his evil eye
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| In his evil eye |