The End Times Spasm Band - Beelzebub lyrics

You work that fancy language Like Beelzebub at my ear The words you speak Ain't the same as the message That I'm gettin loud and clear You pa** that loco reefer Like the ice cream man on my street And all the while You think you're clever As if I couldn't keep my feet You scheme and plot and run the numbers Until they come out right Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday night But with Sunday comes the paper With a headline loud and true: If you think You'll win me over Then you better get a clue.