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Literature Text
I copped the busy tone.
I tried another number,
got the devil on the phone!
"Could I please speak to God?"
But he was on another call.
The devil said, "I'll help you out!
Just leave your number and your soul!"
Six years, six months, six days,
I sold my soul to Satan.
He said my life was gonna change
But dammit, I'm still waitin'!
The devil's got my number!
And the devil's got my soul!
The devil's got my number!
Is he ever gonna call?
Hell, Lucifer's excuses
are the father of all lies!
He stands at only 5 foot 2
with dark and fiery eyes.
I've seen him in another place,
I can't remember where.
Or in another smiling face,
but oh, the devil, he may care!
Six years, six months, six days,
I sold my soul to Satan.
He said my life was gonna change
But dammit, I'm still waitin'!
The devil's got my number!
And I'm sitting by the phone.
And I expect,
he'll call collect,
from somewhere far away, unknown.
And then one night it happened,
I got home a little late.
My mind had vied right off the road,
into a drunken state.
Crash-crawling up the stairs,
to find a note beneath my door.
"The devil called while you were out.
He won't be calling here no more!"