He's got bad brakes, he's got loose teeth
Everybody please rise
The day, the Devil comes to getcha
Sign right here Mr. Jones
Get me a brand new suit
So don't come bangin' your Bibles
Give me back my innocence
But the day, the Devil comes to getcha
'Cause in Heaven, you get it all back
And you can hide behind the couch
Oh Lord, cut me down to size
In Heaven it all comes back
I'm the original party animal
The day, the Devil comes to getcha
Oh Lord, cut me down to size
'Cause in Heaven
The day, the dDevil comes to getcha
'Cause when I get on up to Heaven Lord
He's got the keys to your car
He's got a smile like a scar
He's a long way from home
And don't give me those crocodile tears
Get me a brand new suit
He's a rusty truck with only twenty miles
Yeah, girlie your breakin' my heart
Everybody please rise
Give me back my innocence
You say, "Funny! That's my size"
Give me back my innocence
Give me back my innocence
Well, I'm sick of hearin' 'bout your problems
And when he sells you his sportcoat
'Cause you're stuck in the middle
Attention shoppers!
Well, you can hide under the porch
Cause you've been doing it for years I'm everywhere
He knows the way to your house
Give me back my innocence
In Heaven
He's a long way from home
Get me a new Cadillac
He's right on time, here he comes
You can have it all back
'Cause in Heaven, you get it all back
Hey hey, Babaloo
'Cause you've been laughin' all the way to the bank
And you know he's gonna getcha
