Mean Old Devil

Lyrics
Jesus Boy, is that you struttin around at this ungodly hour?! I'm a mean old devil Never 'gonna level with you boy, uh uh And I'm a sly old devil Nothing you can peddle to me, boy, uh uh I've got the power to be man of the hour Can help you change your mind You got a chance to keep your pants 'Cause your daddy was a friend of mine People think I'm faking 'Til I set spirits aching with Cataracts and rheumatiz And there's nothing better Than a special letter Saying they're not welcome in showbiz, yeah I hate to tell you, you're gonna grow Even though I think you're nuts Since I can't destroy you I'd love to employ you But you'll probably hate my guts Hate my very guts Stick with me, I'll take you in the town Buy you pot, and women and booze And gold in sacks, forget the tax Say, tell me the size of your shoes, boy Aching to say, you're mistaken today If you think you can outsell me, ha ha Just remember well, I'm happy in my hell With or without your company, ha ha Achin to say, you're mistaken today If you think you can outsell me Just remember well, I'm happy in my hell With or without your company I'm achin to say, you're mistaken today If you think you can outsell me, well well Just remember well, I'm happy in my hell With or without your company Well, well, well I'm a mean old devil, I'm never gonna level with you, boy, oh boy And I'm a sly old devil, nothing you can peddle to me boy, uh uh
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Credits
- Writers
- Bruce Haack