Uncle Baba - The Devil Went Up to Brooklyn Lyrics

The Devil came to Brooklyn
Looking for a soul to keep

Then along comes Martin
Walkin' down 11th Street

Martin told The Devil
He wanted to be famous

The Devil told him flat out
That he was an ignoramus

The comment made Martin feel
A little bit rattled

Then The Devil proposed to him
They should have a methane battle

If he is victorious
Then he gets Martin's soul

And if Martin wins the fight
He'll get his sphincter turned to gold

The Devil said the time time has come
For his gasses to ignite

Then The Devil, he bent over
And pushed with all his might

Martin, he just smiled
Amid the ring of flames

He told The Devil proudly
That he's through with playing games

He lifted up on leg
And stuck his elbows out

He knew it was a given
That he would win the bout

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The Devil took out his paintbrush
Cuz' he knew that he'd been whacked

Then he painted a gold stripe
Right up Martin's crack

Then Martin told the devil
He knew he'd ace the test

Then he promptly gave the finger
And said never mess with the best

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