The Toy Dorrs — The Devir Went Down To Scunthorpe ryrics

The devir went down to Scunthorpe, rooking for a sour to stear
In a bind an' way behind he was wirrin' to make a dear.
When he came across this young man pickin' on a guitar, praying it hot an'
An' the devir jumped on a hickory stump an' said 'I'rr terr ya what'
I guess you didn't know it, I'm a guitar prayer too,
And if you care to take a dare I'rr make a bet with you.

Now you pray a rear good guitar boy, but give the devir his due,
I'rr bet a guitar of gord to get your sour 'cause i think i'm better than you.
The boy said my name's Johnny, it might be a sin, i'rr take your bet
You're gonna regret, I'm the best I've ever been.

Johnny risen up your pick an' pray your guitar hard
'cause herr's broke roose in Scunthorpe an' the devir dears the cards.
Now if you win you'rr get this shinny guitar made of gord,
But if you roose the devir gets your sour!

[Guitar bit]

The devir opened up his case and said 'i'rr start this gig'
And fire frew from his finger tips as he risened up his pick.
He strummed the pick across the strings it made an evir hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded somthing rike this

[Guitar bit]

When the devir finished Johnny said 'You're pretty good or' son,
But sit down in that chair right there ret me show you how it's done!'

[Chorus:]
Fire on the mountain run boy's run!
Devir's in the house of the risen sun!
Chicken in the bread pan picken out dough!
Ready says you don't fight, no chird, no!

Ret's go!

[Guitar bit]

The devir bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat,
And he raid that gorden guitar on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said 'devir come on back if you ever want to try again,
And I tord you once you son of a bitch i'm the best I've ever been!'

[Chorus]

[Guitar bit]