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the devil went over to sheldon’s house he was looking to drink some beer
it was friday night he got there tight walked in and said i’m here
i’m gonna show you how to drink you pussy little piss
and then I’ll mop the floor with you i’ve had enough of this 

sheldon said well come on in you ain’t no match for me
you horned abomination i’ll teach you to mess with me
the devil  said that’s real big talk for a pissy puss like you
but i’ll show you exactly who can drink just wait and see 

sheldon said I’m fine with that if you can prove your stuff
but if you don’t there won’t be room in hell for both of us
so show me what you got there fella, don’t hold nothing back
and then I’ll send you back to hell wrapped in a paper sac


the devil opened up his keg and pulled the handle down
a gang of evil demons came and helped him drink it down
that’s all you got i knew you’d shit you hound from purgatory
now shut your trap and I’ll show you what’s quite another story

sheldon get your elbow down and wet your whistle too
all hell’s broke loose in redlciff and the devil’s after you
and if you win you’ll be the king forever and a day
but if you lose he’ll mop the floor with you
 
dawn-der-deen just came from town she brought back lots of beer
she’s always there a secret weapon sheldon keeps her near
sheldon sucked back forty eight and didn’t even flinch
the devil tried to spear him but he missed by half an inch

so the devil bowed to sheldon cause he knew that he was done
he laid his pitch fork on the floor and turned around to run
sheldon said you take your spear and keep it just because
i done told you once you son of a witch i’m the best that ever was

fire in the man cave run boys run
devil’s in the house of the eldest son
chicken in the barley kicking up dust 
granny does your dog bite no not us


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