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It Was The Blackest Nightthere Was No Moon In Sightyou Know The Stars Ain''t Shinin''''cause The Sky''s Too Tighti Heard The Scarey Windi Seen Some Ugly Treesthere Was A Werewolf Honkin''''long The Aide Of Mei''m Mean ''n I''m Bad, Y''know I Ain''t No Sissygot A Big Titty Girly By The Name Of Chrissytalkin'' About Her ''n My Bike ''n Me . . .''n This Ride Up The Mountain Of Mystery, Mysteryi Noticed Even The Cricketswas Actin'' Weird Up Hereso I Figured I Mightjust Drink A Little Beeri Said, ''gimme Summa That What Yer Suckin'' On . . ''but There Was No Reply''cause She Was Gone . . .''where''s Those Titties I Like So Well,''n'' My Godam Beer!''is What I Started To Yell, Then I Heard This Noiselike A Crunchin'' Twig, ''n Up Jumped The Devil , . .he''s About This Big , . .he Had A Red Suit Onan'' A Widow''s Peakan'' Then A Pointed Tail''n Like A Sulphur Reekyes, It Was Him Awright,i Swear I Knowed It Washe Had Some Human Fleshstuck Underneath His Clawsyou Know, It Looked To Melike It Was Titty Skini Said, ''you Sonofabifch!''''cause I Was Mad At Him.well He Just Got Out The Floss''n Started Cleanin'' His Fangso I Shot Him With My Shooter.said Bang Bang Bangthe Sucker Just Laughed ''n Said, ''put It Away . . .you Know, I Ate Her All Up . . . Now What You Gonna Say''you Ate My Chrissy ''yeah! Titties ''n All!''what About The Beer Then ''were The Cans This Tall''even Her Boots ''would I Lie To You''shit, You Musta Been Hungry! ''yes, This Is True''.''well Don''t They Pay Y''all Good For Thestuff That You Do''i Can''t Complain When The Checks Come Through . . well I Want My Chrissy, ''n I Want My Beerso You Just Barf It Back Up Now, Devil,do You Hear!''blow It Out Your Ass, Motorcycle Man! I Am Fhe Devil,do You Understandjust What Will You Give Me For Your Titties And Beeri Suppose You Noticed This Little Contract Here , . yer Goddam Right, You Son-Of-A-Whore,that''s About The Only Reasoni Learned Writin'' For . . .gimme That Paper ... Bet Yer Assi''ll Sign . . . ''cause I Need A Beer, ''n It''s Titty-squeezin'' Time!''you Can''t Fool Me, Man . . . You Ain''t That Bad . . .i Mean You Shoulda Seen Some Of Fhe Souls I Had . . .why There Was Milhous Nixon ''n Agnew Too . . .''n Both Of Fhose Suckers Was Worse ''n You . .''well, Let''s Make A Deal If You Think That''s Truei Mean, You''re The Devil So ... Whatcha Gonna Do(Improvised Dialog)''no! Don''t Sign It! Give Me Time To Think ...i Mean ... Hold On A Minute, Boy . . . That''smagic Ink!''and Then The Devil Puked''n Out Jumped M''girlthey Heard The Titties Plop-Ploppin''all Around The World, She Said''i Got Me Three Beers ''n A Fist Fulla Downs,an'' I''m Gonna Get Wrecked, So Fuck You Clowns!''and Then She Gave Us The Finger,it Was Rigid ''n Stiff,that''s When The Devil, He Fartedan'' She Went Right Over The Cliffthe Devil Was Mad Took Off To My Padi Swear I Do Declare!how Did She Get Back Therei Swear I Do Declare!how Did She Get Back Thereetc. Repeat
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