| Song | Devil slide |
| Artist | Eric Burdon |
| Album | My secret life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Eric Burdon/Marcelo Nova | |
| Spoken: | |
| You recall Big Red? He spent most of his life out on the road | |
| Searching for that enigmatic devil slide, but he could never forget | |
| What Muddy said. Glass is best. | |
| We was on that midnight train, driving to San Sebastian Spain | |
| When he took a dead bottle of Beaujolais, | |
| Slipped his ring finger into it's neck and broke off the remains. | |
| Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, | |
| "Eric, look out here comes the devil slide". | |
| The devil's on the loose | |
| Waving his brand new pitch fork | |
| He's still looking good | |
| He's been polishing his horns | |
| In order to bleed souls | |
| Even those who have never been born | |
| The devil's on the loose | |
| Riding in a brand new car | |
| With a suit and tie and a Japanese cellular | |
| He goes to church and prays | |
| But he knows that faith don't come in jar | |
| The devil's on the loose | |
| Stirring his cauldron of bliss | |
| And we taste the flavor | |
| Not knowing we're already a part of this | |
| At the doors of every house | |
| The dogs begin to bark | |
| The devil's on the loose and his eyes | |
| Can see in the dark | |
| He's going to give you double of everything | |
| You never asked for | |
| The devil's on the loose | |
| Excited to have a new start | |
| He preserves his tail | |
| And loans out his two big hearts | |
| One to keep you busy | |
| And the other to tear you apart | |
| The devil's on the loose | |
| And we're stuck in the middle of his game | |
| We're talking it over | |
| But nobody knows what they're saying | |
| So let's make love baby | |
| I'll see you some old sunny day |
| zuo qu : Eric Burdon Marcelo Nova | |
| Spoken: | |
| You recall Big Red? He spent most of his life out on the road | |
| Searching for that enigmatic devil slide, but he could never forget | |
| What Muddy said. Glass is best. | |
| We was on that midnight train, driving to San Sebastian Spain | |
| When he took a dead bottle of Beaujolais, | |
| Slipped his ring finger into it' s neck and broke off the remains. | |
| Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, | |
| " Eric, look out here comes the devil slide". | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Waving his brand new pitch fork | |
| He' s still looking good | |
| He' s been polishing his horns | |
| In order to bleed souls | |
| Even those who have never been born | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Riding in a brand new car | |
| With a suit and tie and a Japanese cellular | |
| He goes to church and prays | |
| But he knows that faith don' t come in jar | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Stirring his cauldron of bliss | |
| And we taste the flavor | |
| Not knowing we' re already a part of this | |
| At the doors of every house | |
| The dogs begin to bark | |
| The devil' s on the loose and his eyes | |
| Can see in the dark | |
| He' s going to give you double of everything | |
| You never asked for | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Excited to have a new start | |
| He preserves his tail | |
| And loans out his two big hearts | |
| One to keep you busy | |
| And the other to tear you apart | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| And we' re stuck in the middle of his game | |
| We' re talking it over | |
| But nobody knows what they' re saying | |
| So let' s make love baby | |
| I' ll see you some old sunny day |
| zuò qǔ : Eric Burdon Marcelo Nova | |
| Spoken: | |
| You recall Big Red? He spent most of his life out on the road | |
| Searching for that enigmatic devil slide, but he could never forget | |
| What Muddy said. Glass is best. | |
| We was on that midnight train, driving to San Sebastian Spain | |
| When he took a dead bottle of Beaujolais, | |
| Slipped his ring finger into it' s neck and broke off the remains. | |
| Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said, | |
| " Eric, look out here comes the devil slide". | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Waving his brand new pitch fork | |
| He' s still looking good | |
| He' s been polishing his horns | |
| In order to bleed souls | |
| Even those who have never been born | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Riding in a brand new car | |
| With a suit and tie and a Japanese cellular | |
| He goes to church and prays | |
| But he knows that faith don' t come in jar | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Stirring his cauldron of bliss | |
| And we taste the flavor | |
| Not knowing we' re already a part of this | |
| At the doors of every house | |
| The dogs begin to bark | |
| The devil' s on the loose and his eyes | |
| Can see in the dark | |
| He' s going to give you double of everything | |
| You never asked for | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| Excited to have a new start | |
| He preserves his tail | |
| And loans out his two big hearts | |
| One to keep you busy | |
| And the other to tear you apart | |
| The devil' s on the loose | |
| And we' re stuck in the middle of his game | |
| We' re talking it over | |
| But nobody knows what they' re saying | |
| So let' s make love baby | |
| I' ll see you some old sunny day |