The Devil Dances With ME

I don’t dance with the devil

The Devil dances with ME

And I don’t live with my mom

She lives above me

I’m a Kermit, curbing Kermit the frog

Turning him green to red

And there was 92% Fog

God wanted him gone

The proofs in the pudding

Which is what his brain looked like flooding

Miss piggy cried tears of bacon

The hamburgler writhed in anger

Because I ate his quarter pounder

And your ass I’ll 4 quarter pounder

Up into brown town I’ll see the lord shouting

 

I don’t dance with the devil

The Devil dances with ME

And I have a girlfriend

She just lives overseas

And I don’t live with my mother

She lives with ME

So I can’t complain

My life is a breeze

I mean sure

It burns when I pee

And I just turned 40

But the good lord gave me music

And I use it with glee

 

So as I dip the devil

I practice limbo with your grannie

Who is really quite flexible

What can I get for a penny?

Just playing I got 50 cents

If I can shoot 9 times and she pays food and rent

Got I’m bent

Hell awaits

But maybe if a song takes off

I’ll make it to the pearly gates

And even pay the early rates

My hedonic days were hardly great

I’m ready for a steady hand

Or 2 or 5 just something man

To set me straight

Been biting bait

For too long it’s getting late

And I’m not getting laid

The music shit

Is hard as pain

And pain is life

So music is my joy de vivre

My struggle my hustle my exile

My muscle my grundle I’m grabbing

Because I’m straight nustled between a rock and a hard place

This music is playing me like a card game

But I love it oh so much, like a cougars touch

A rugers clutch, a tumor removed, a lunatic baboon eating tuna fish

While he dreams of the moon and being the first big ape on it

Then admitting he’s gay while he sips gin and tonic.

Let me remind you again that I am ON IT.

5 mill in the bank and soon I’ll be beyond it.