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   I saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet   Pork pie 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 drinking and dancing up a storm   The band was so hot my beer got warm   Just when I thought it would all cool down   The evil motherfucker 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 fuckin' crock   Most of all, they got no balls and don't know how to rock