Mean Old Devil - Bruce Haack

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 that they can (?)

Their spirit is aching with

Cataracts and women’s tears

And there’s nothing better

Than a special letter

Saying that (?)

I hate to tell you, you’re gonna (?) me

Even though I think you’re nuts

Since I can’t destroy you

I’ll probably have to employ you

But you’ll probably hate my guts

Hate my very guts

Come with me, I’ll take you in the town

Buy you pot, and women and booze

And golden sæx, forget the tax

Say, tell me the size of your shoes, boy