Big Rude Jake Dinner With The Devil
When the Devil came to dinner Our mom was quite impressed She said, “ Why can’t you be more like Our esteemed Satanic Guest?” And he always knows just what to say And knows exactly how to behave And makes for such a pleasant stay As he plots to steal our souls away
And you may call it irony when co-incidence collides
But I’ve had dinner with the Devil and I have seen the light
And you may call it righteousness, when civility survives
But I’ve had dinner with the Devil and I know nice from right
And no one could believe it when the nicest guy in town
Took an axe as big as him and chopped his family down
And he was careful when he spoke
To never tell a dirty joke’
Or ever swore or even smoked
Or interrupted other folks
And everyone was baffled when the nicest girl we knew
Knocked off a local Grocery with a loaded .32
And never wore her dress too tight
Or ever stayed out late at night
Or ever strayed from teachers sight
‘Cause she was always so polite
And our mom says she’s changed her mind about the Devil’s Brood
They may be evil, so she thinks, but at least their never Rude!
And hasn’t he got lovely hair
And hasn’t he got looks to spare
With Elegance and graceful flair
As he pulls out a ladies chair
