| Stop, look, and listen to me,
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| Last night at a quarter past three
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| The Devil started dancin'
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| He was entrancin'
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| hen he did the «Jangle: his own way
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| His bones were rattlin' loudly,
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| As he began to shuffle proudly,
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| That’s the way that Satan takes a holiday
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| The music wasn’t good,
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| But it was plenty spooky,
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| That 's the way he likes it night and day
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| the gentleman prefers to listen
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| To aggravatin' rhythm
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| That’s the way Satan takes a holiday.
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| Watch out, He’s comin' out,
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| And then you’ll shout unless you’re good, knock wood.
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| He’s really rather goofy tryin' to be spooky,
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| But he has to do it day by day
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| His job is not allurin' never-the-less quite endurin'
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| Maybe that’s why Satan takes a holiday |