Devil's Night Out by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Remember that night? It seems so clear
Now he's back and I'm glad he's here
Three long years, millions of beers
But the devil is back, so girls, dry your tears

In his favorite club, in his favorite seat
Well, I saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet
Pork pie hat on his head, he was diggin' the beat
And the band ripped like demons, when he screamed:
"Turn on the heat"

Well, the Devil was drinkin' and dancin' up a storm
The band was so hot, my beer got warm
Just when I thought it would all cool down
That evil ************ screamed:
"Burn this place down"

Wouldn't know the devil
If he punched them in the face
Couldn't drink a six-pack, never mind a case
Don't know how to skateboard
That's just a ******* crock
Most of all, they got no balls
And don't know how to rock