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The Devil's Work
04:33
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I was sittin’ on my porch just playin’ this song when all of a sudden the devil came along
His ponytail swinging in his black corvette, I was impressed by his personal jet
I said devil, sir, that’s all fine and good but what brings you here to my neck of the woods
You wail on guitar that’s word on the street, I brought you a contract could you sign it for me
Yeah yeah yeah
He handed me a paper with ink as red as flames, in legalese that makes you want to go insane
I said Hey When do we play?
He handed me a pen and he told me where to sign, and a hundred bucks and said that there was mine
I said hey When do we play?
Cuz when we play It’s with fire
Cuz when we play it’s with fire
I split the hundred bucks up square in the band fifty thirty thirty cuz that’s an even hand
I bought a stripper and a boss hog cigar, Hotskins bought a bus pass cuz’ he ain’t got no car
Monroe bought a hat and a bike built for three we rode it to a bar and we started to drink
And then Tigris came and we’ve been here all day and we play with fire if we bother to play at all
And when we play it’s with fire.
With fire
With fire
With fire
We do the devil’s... work
Work
Work
We are The Dagg Nabbit Stubbs and we bring you the gift of... Love
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Hand me my drinking jar
And get in the car
Strap in the baby
And my sweet cousin Ronnie
Cuz he’s got special needs!
We’re going drivin’
Down dark country roads
Like we was shot out a cannon
And we’re gonna explode!
Yeah! We’re going drivin’ going rou-ond
We’re going driving goin’ Round
Yeah we’re going drivin’ goin’ Round yeah!
We’re gonna drive all shithouse tonight the devil told me so!
We’re going faster
Than the spectre of death
Or a golden cheetah
On some crystal meth!
We’re goin’ cruisin’
At speeds unseen
I got a radar detector
Right in front of me!
Yeah! We’re going drivin’ going rou-ond
We’re going driving goin’ Round
Yeah we’re going drivin’ goin’ Round yeah!
We’re gonna drive all shithouse tonight the devil told me so!
Ronnie, fetch us another Bartles’ N’ James from the cooler in the back
Is this Pina Colada?! Damn it Ronnie, you know I like the blackberry!
Give me that map, Mon-Roe! I swear for a yank you are dense. Tell me if I hit somethin’
It’s a shame we ran out of Boonesfarm that hour ago.
Should we actually go somewhere? Or do you want me to keep doin’ doughnuts in this parking lot?
That Wal-Mart security guard is pissed off he’s all like:
[Horrifying scream of deathness]
Don’t tell mom, c’mon Ronnie!
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The Devil's Dance Party
03:12
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Now’s your time to dance
Grab your partner by the hand
And don’t you ever take the answer “no.”
Grab some candles and a boar
Gut that sum-a-bitch on the floor
Draw a star now in the blood
So we can burn this place on down
Grabbin’ your partner you swing round-n-round
We’re tearin’ this place to the…(ground!)
C’mon! Sing it! You’ve got to believe it
We’re tearing this place to the…
Now’s your time to dance
Grab that cutie by the ass
And push that booty out upon the floor
Spin ‘em around now don’t be shy
We’ve got demons, punch, and pie
But save some room for the holy ghost
‘cuz that’s a three-way here we go!
Grabbin’ your partner you swing round-n-round
We’re tearin’ this place to the…(ground!)
C’mon! Sing it! You’ve got to believe it
We’re tearing this place to the…
[Spoken]
Ever since the dawn of time when Jesus first put intelligent designer feets at the end of our fins man has had the urge to dance. And every generation a brave John Ashcroftian man rises to keep those urges illegal!
[spoken-y sang]
I say look on deep down inside yourselves you’ll find a tiny man inside
With a voice that you cannot silence and moves your spirit up high
Take that little man by his little hand and he’ll show you how
He dared to mess with Texas and defeated John Lithgow
His name is Kevin Bacon and he has placed the truth inside your hearts
Like a spider lays a million eggs inside every Hershey’s candy bar
(What?)
Grabbin’ your partner you swing round-n-round
We’re tearin’ this place to the…(ground!)
C’mon! Sing it! You’ve got to believe it
We’re tearing this place to the…
Yeah…
Yeah…
Yeah…
To the ground!
Tearin’ this place to the ground!
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I see you walkin’
By the Tilt-O-Whirl
Your hair in curls
You naughty gril
I see you walkin’
Pink chewing gum poppin’
I’m the king of the fairground
You’re the queen of the trailer—
--Park you see.
You’re the only girl here right for me.
Hell yeah.
It’s you and me and the devil makes four yeah
I gotta make this quick I leave after the weekend
[whisper] I see you walkin’
By the Gravitron
Your legs so long
So pale so strong
I see you walkin’
Pink chewing gum poppin’
I’m the king of the fairground
You’re the queen of the trailer—
--Park you see.
You’re the only girl here right for me.
So you see
I wanna take you out for chicken wings
Medium spicy.
It’s you and me and the devil makes four yeah
I gotta make this quick I leave after the weekend
It won’t take the man outta me to dip a corndog for you
(Ahhh-Ahhhhs part)
I see you walkin’
By the bumper cars
You won’t get to far
From my Carnie charms
I see you walkin’
By the Midway signs
My Ouija board
Gives me pick-up lines
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Once upon a time not long ago
Me and Tigris went out on his boat
Stalkin’ a legendary bass that the locals call “the old general”
So there we were on a private part of the lake
In a dark tangle of fallen trees
Munchin’ on a Dorito sandwich
On a hunt for that mythical beast
The one with a devilish glint in his eye and three kills to his name
They even say that big mouthed bastard burned down Lou’s Bait N’ Tackle back in ‘92
(they say)
All a sudden my line goes tight
And my pole was near bent in half
I knew it had to be the Ol’ General
Calling me out for a street fight
The son-a-bitch must weighed a hundred pounds
And been around before the lake had been found
He was tougher than any Bass
But I’d snagged a fat hook in his ass yeah it’s true
(oh yeah)
Yeah! I’m gonna rip I’m gonna pull that line!
Yeah! I’m gonna get I’m gonna take what’s mine!
You better give it everything you’ve got, Sir!
Cuz I’m gunnin’ for you and I’m raining fire!
I fought the General till the sun went down
My arms hurt and there was sweat on my brow
But I knew that moment had come
And the General was finally done
The son-a-bitch must weighed a hundred pounds
And been around before the lake had been found
He was tougher than any Bass
But I’d snagged a fat hook in his ass yeah it’s true
So if you’re ever round a certain lake
There’s a record there you’ll never break
And a picture of a handsome man
With a Dorito sandwich in hand
Once upon a time not long ago
Me and Tigris went out on his boat
We caught a legendary bass and
Went to Motel 6 for the continental breakfast.
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Chewin’ on a rail spike
He spits grain alcohol down
His boots grind gravel
His hands push fault lines around
His hair’s worth money
Has suits of human skin
Lives in a tornado (oh no)
And bleeds straight victory gin
You can’t bring him down
Colder than a glacier
And he moves twice as fast
Hotter than a biscuit
Inside a nucular blast
Tougher Than Leather
Raising Hell
The King of Rock
Back From Hell
He ate a landmine
And shat a rhubarb pie
You can’t take him
You can’t take him
You can’t take him…down!
(Peter Graves!)
They built him Tonka tough
(Tonka tough!)
He fucked a Sherman tankl
(Sherman tank!)
and when he stands up you know he’s gonna block out the sun!
(Peter Graves!)
They built him Tonka tough
(Tonka tough!)
He fucked a Sherman tankl
(Sherman tank!)
And when he stands up you know he’s gonna arm wrestle God.
[solo]
You can’t take him
You can’t take him
You can’t take him…down!
You can’t take him
You can’t take him
You can’t take him…down!
(Peter Graves!)
They built him Tonka tough
(Tonka tough!)
He fucked a Sherman tankl
(Sherman tank!)
and when he stands up you know he’s gonna leg wrestle Ghandi!
(Peter Graves!)
They built him Tonka tough
(Tonka tough!)
He fucked a Sherman tankl
(Sherman tank!)
and when he stands up you know he’s gonna block out the sun!
[Spoken part]
A lot of people don’t realize that before he hosted A&E’s Biography Peter Graves was voted “mostly likely to bench press a battle ship” in his high school yearbook.
Peter graves left school a year early because he had absorbed all the knowledge he needed from the light of our yellow sun.
He then opened a chain of upper class strip clubs called “Peter Heaven”
Shortly thereafter, Peter Graves went back in time and punched General Vericomb Vespucci so hard it erased him from history for all time. That’s why you don’t know whom I’m talking about.
Every Easter Peter Graves shits a Faberge egg…if he sees his shadow.
His favorite video game was Donkey Kong, only he plays it with a real silverback gorilla… a real scared one.
And if you see him coming you’ll know it cuz the sun goes out, the air dies all around you and your mortal prayers are pressed into nothingness by his mere presence!
[sang part]
The legend of Peter Graves
Is one that’s rarely told
But I’m friends with his sister’s friend
Yeah I got time on my hands
It keeps my mind off things
It gets pretty lonely here and well
HOW COME YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME MOMMA!
All hail Peter Graves! All Hail Peter Graves!
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