| Remember that night? |
| It seems so clear
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| now he’s back and i’m glad he’s here
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| three long years, millions of beers
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| but the devil is back, so girls, dry your tears
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| in his favorite club, in his favorite seat
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| well I saw the Devil, wing tip shoes on his feet,
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| pork pie hat on his head, he was diggin’the beat.
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| and the band ripped like demons
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| when he screamed, «Turn On The Heat!»
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| well the Devil was drinkin’and dancin’up a storm.
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| the band was so hot, my beer got warm
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| just when I thought it would all cool down,
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| that evil motherfucker screamed «Burn this place down!»
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| wouldn’t know the devil if he punched them in the face
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| couldn’t drink a six-pack, never mind a case.
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| don’t know how to skateboard, that’s just a fuckin’crock
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| most of all, they got no balls
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| and don’t know how to rock! |