Get on to the bus. That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub. Get on to the bus. That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub. . Your words burn the air. Like the names of candy bars.
As for my single self, I had as life not be as live. To be in awe of such a thing as I myself. . As for my own concern I had as think to think. As keep on thinking not so hard as for the brain to burn.
Blue eyed devil. Blue eyed devil. . Born to be a God among salesmen. Working the skinny tie. Slugging down fruit juice. Extra tall extra wide. . Blue eyed devil.