You're gonna regret, I'm the best I've ever been.
Johnny risen up your pick an' play your guitar hard
'cause hell's broke loose in Scunthorpe an' the devil deals the cards.
Now if you win you'll get this shinny guitar made of gold,
but if you loose the devil gets your soul!
GUITAR BIT
The devil opened up his case and said 'i'll start this gig'
and fire flew from his finger tips as he risened up his pick.
He strummed the pick across the strings it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing like this
GUITAR BIT
When the devil finished Johnny said 'You're pretty good ol' son,
but sit down in that chair right there let me show you how it's done!'
CHORUS:
Fire on the mountain run boy's run!
Devil's in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the bread pan picken out dough!
Ready says you don't fight, no child, no!
Let's go!
GUITAR BIT
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat,
and he laid that golden guitar on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said 'devil come on back if you ever want to try again,
and I told you once you son of a bitch i'm the best I've ever been!'
CHORUS...(guitar bit)