| Song | Devil's Night Out |
| Artist | The Mighty Mighty Bosstones |
| Album | Live From The Middle East |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mighty Mighty Bosstones | |
| 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 | |
| Well i saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet, | |
| Pork pie hat 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 drinkin' and dancin' up a storm. | |
| The band was so hot, my beer got warm | |
| Just when i thought it would all cool down, | |
| That evil mother****er 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 ****in' crock | |
| Most of all, they got no balls | |
| And don't know how to rock! |
| zuo ci : Mighty Mighty Bosstones | |
| 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 | |
| Well i saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet, | |
| Pork pie hat 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 drinkin' and dancin' up a storm. | |
| The band was so hot, my beer got warm | |
| Just when i thought it would all cool down, | |
| That evil mother er screamed " burn this place down!" | |
| Wouldn' t know the devil if he punched them in the face | |
| Couldn' t drink a sixpack, never mind a case. | |
| Don' t know how to skateboard, that' s just a in' crock | |
| Most of all, they got no balls | |
| And don' t know how to rock! |
| zuò cí : Mighty Mighty Bosstones | |
| 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 | |
| Well i saw the devil, wing tip shoes on his feet, | |
| Pork pie hat 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 drinkin' and dancin' up a storm. | |
| The band was so hot, my beer got warm | |
| Just when i thought it would all cool down, | |
| That evil mother er screamed " burn this place down!" | |
| Wouldn' t know the devil if he punched them in the face | |
| Couldn' t drink a sixpack, never mind a case. | |
| Don' t know how to skateboard, that' s just a in' crock | |
| Most of all, they got no balls | |
| And don' t know how to rock! |