When the Devil came to dinner Our mom was quite impressed She said, “ Why can’t you be more like Our esteemed Satanic Guest?” And he always knows just what to say And knows exactly how to behave And makes for such a pleasant stay As he plots to steal our souls away
And you may call it irony when co-incidence collides But I’ve had dinner with the Devil and I have seen the light And you may call it righteousness, when civility survives But I’ve had dinner with the Devil and I know nice from right
And no one could believe it when the nicest guy in town Took an axe as big as him and chopped his family down And he was careful when he spoke To never tell a dirty joke’ Or ever swore or even smoked Or interrupted other folks
And everyone was baffled when the nicest girl we knew Knocked off a local Grocery with a loaded .32 And never wore her dress too tight Or ever stayed out late at night Or ever strayed from teachers sight ‘Cause she was always so polite
And our mom says she’s changed her mind about the Devil’s Brood They may be evil, so she thinks, but at least their never Rude! And hasn’t he got lovely hair And hasn’t he got looks to spare With Elegance and graceful flair As he pulls out a ladies chair