I was sittin’ on my porch just playin’ this song when all of a sudden the devil came along
His ponytail swinging in his black corvette, I was impressed by his personal jet
I said devil, sir, that’s all fine and good but what brings you here to my neck of the woods
You wail on guitar that’s word on the street, I brought you a contract could you sign it for me
Yeah yeah yeah
He handed me a paper with ink as red as flames, in legalese that makes you want to go insane
I said Hey When do we play?
He handed me a pen and he told me where to sign, and a hundred bucks and said that there was mine
I said hey When do we play?
Cuz when we play It’s with fire
Cuz when we play it’s with fire
I split the hundred bucks up square in the band fifty thirty thirty cuz that’s an even hand
I bought a stripper and a boss hog cigar, Hotskins bought a bus pass cuz’ he ain’t got no car
Monroe bought a hat and a bike built for three we rode it to a bar and we started to drink
And then Tigris came and we’ve been here all day and we play with fire if we bother to play at all
And when we play it’s with fire.
With fire
With fire
With fire
We do the devil’s... work
Work
Work
We are The Dagg Nabbit Stubbs and we bring you the gift of... Love
Hand me my drinking jar
And get in the car
Strap in the baby
And my sweet cousin Ronnie
Cuz he’s got special needs!
We’re going drivin’
Down dark country roads
Like we was shot out a cannon
And we’re gonna explode!
Yeah! We’re going drivin’ going rou-ond
We’re going driving goin’ Round
Yeah we’re going drivin’ goin’ Round yeah!
We’re gonna drive all shithouse tonight the devil told me so!
We’re going faster
Than the spectre of death
Or a golden cheetah
On some crystal meth!
We’re goin’ cruisin’
At speeds unseen
I got a radar detector
Right in front of me!
Yeah! We’re going drivin’ going rou-ond
We’re going driving goin’ Round
Yeah we’re going drivin’ goin’ Round yeah!
We’re gonna drive all shithouse tonight the devil told me so!
Ronnie, fetch us another Bartles’ N’ James from the cooler in the back
Is this Pina Colada?! Damn it Ronnie, you know I like the blackberry!
Give me that map, Mon-Roe! I swear for a yank you are dense. Tell me if I hit somethin’
It’s a shame we ran out of Boonesfarm that hour ago.
Should we actually go somewhere? Or do you want me to keep doin’ doughnuts in this parking lot?
That Wal-Mart security guard is pissed off he’s all like:
[Horrifying scream of deathness]
Don’t tell mom, c’mon Ronnie!