Most people don't bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom.
This here song might offend some, if it does it's because your dumb.
The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.
Jazz isn't dead. It just smells funny.
Catholic girls with tiny little mustaches.
I'm the devil's advocate. We have our own worshipers.