Grand Ole Party Dirty Spirit Rag
Let me introduce you to the host
Go hold the doors, dear, welcome the new ghost
And it’s invite-only, but it’s a damn long list
And each new lovely is afforded a kiss
And the evening’s gathering is only beginning
And when awake, the champagne is flowing
You can tell, even without knowing
That we’ll be going and going
And going and going!
And you can’t go spittin’ in the devil’s eye
Then walk ‘round front his slight grin
Cause dear, there’s always gonna be hell to pay
And it’s here with us you’ll have to stay
You set up a secret triangle
And in another woman’s home, with intent to mangle
Took her husband for a ride
In the middle of the night
It went farther than you anticipated
You meant no harm, just out for amusement
Now she’s left him with such a mess of pieces
His anger’s quickly rising, don’t stick around to see
him mean it!
And you can’t go spittin’ in the devil’s eye
Then walk ‘round front his slight grin
Cause dear, there’s always gonna be hell to pay
And it’s here with us you’ll have to stay
Oh, and with your dirty spirit
You’re entitled to forever relive it!
In this eternal ball, it’s pointless to struggle
So we all waltz our similar shuffle
Similar shuffle
Similar shuffle!
