The day the devil comes to getcha

you know him by the way he smiles

The day the devil comes to getcha

He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles

He's got bad brakes he's got loose teeth

He's a long way from home



The day the devil comes to getcha

he's got a smile like a scar

He knows the way to your house

He's got the keys to your car

And when he sells you his sportcoat

You say: Funny! That's my size

Attention shoppers!

Everybody please rise



Give me back my innocence

Get me a brand new suit

Give me back my innocence

Oh Lord! Cut me down to size



Well you can hide under the porch

And you can hide behind the couch

But the day the devil comes to getcha

He's right on time

Here he comes



Well I'm sick of hearin bout your problems

Yeah girlie your breakin my heart

I'm the original party animal

Hey! Hey! Babaloo

So don't come bangin your Bibles

Cause you've been laughin

all the way to the bank

And don't give me those crocodile tears

Cause you've been doing it for years

I'm everywhere! Sign right here

Mr. Jones



The day the devil comes to getcha

He's a long way from home

And you know he's gonna getcha

Cause you're stuck in the middle

Everybody please rise



Give me back my innocence

Get me a brand new suit

Give me back my innocence

Oh Lord! Cut me down to size



Give me back my innocence

Get me a new Cadillac

Cause when I get on up to heave Lord

You can have it all back

Cause in heaven, you get it all back

In heaven it all comes back

Cause in heaven, you get it all back

In heaven

Cause in heaven......

In heaven......



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