Satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly Possesses country folk to Nashville's southern rockabilly My man's got problems he ain't wrapped too tight I've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night He's known to hit the scene, he poses in the nude He started his own cult of redneck biker dudes Known irreverently to some as The Overlord's Anxiety Claims there's a reflection of what's wrong with society sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground The root of all evil is the smile of a demon An inebriated slob on gin and tonic, blood and semen He'll spawn his seed until this town becomes a petting zoo The voices in his head are singing, rock n' roll's the devils's tool Rock n' roll's the devils's tool, that's what they always told you Now he reaps the benefits of the records that they sold you
We must confront the incubus and see that he dies So the townspeople gathered and they planned his demise sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground So! Get! The! f** underground! (chanting in Latin) No! No! No! No! There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much And then he'd beat him up, I said he'd beat him up There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much And then he'd beat him up, I said he'd beat him up There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much And now he's all grown up, I said he's all grown up sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground