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I really should'a read the fine print

When Evil came calling
On a fine sunny day
I was caught full napping
Didn't know what to say.

The dapper gentleman
With a Van Dyke set fine
Spoke in dulcet tones
Like sweet and mellow wine.

My name is I Levi
Very softly he said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.

For power and for pelf
If You strongly desire
Or bevy of beauties
To set your loins afire.

You ask me what you will
I'll grant it with a snap.
There is no hidden catch
There's no devious trap.

I had heard of dealings
With powers of the dark
Of dire trades of soul
Of hell-damnation stark.

I asked of  I Levi
Of what I had to do
Just sign he smiled and said
Just common ink in blue.

Great doubts I had at first
But soon dispelled by greed
Quickly I read the script
Signed the mystic deed.

Great was wealth and power
My lot from that day on
Youth, vigour,  virility
My cares and worries gone.

For full twelve months I lived
A life that Bacchus shamed
Wild, wanton, to the brim
No rein could make me tamed

Then one fine sunny day
While wining with a wench
Came Levi with a smile
And a terrible stench.

Your Time's up, my dearie,
He most cheerfully said
You are now Satan's guest
As now that you are dead.

I pleaded and begged
My tears started to sting
I told him of the deed
Where there was no  such thing.

Softly Levi told me
What that day he had said
I grant all one's wishes
Till the day they are dead.

Your time here is ended
As ordained  on  Above
Your soul will be taken
Your Corpus feel the plough.

I've now learnt my lesson
Rather late in the day
Caveat Emptor holds
The fine print's always there.

I really should'a
Most carefully read da
Fine print then, Goddamn it!

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