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I woke up in the afternoonMy head was spinning 'roundI can't even remember How I made it home, right nowThe Telephone was screamin' From the corner of the room[you got a collect call from a Mr. Satan, Nowshould we put you through?]He said, "You may not remember me,I bought you a drink last night.How about we go some placeAnd talk about evil."No, Please!I don't want to talk about evil!Lets talk about Evil!I got a direct lineto the devilBut he calls me all the timeIt's getting harderjust to keep him off the lineDial 0-800 666 Right now!Letras de cancionesI'm real sorry manBut I've got other plansAtleast I know who to callIf I ever want to burn in hellEven though I told him not to call me backI can't get the Devil To cut me any slackHe calls me when I'm all aloneAnd when I'm with my friendsHe keeps on dialing it for meLike he is inside my headI've got a direct line To the DevilBut he calls me all the timeIt's getting harderJust to keep him off the lineDial 0-800 666 right now!Woah! Now! Woah! Now! Woah!Now I've change my name and numberI got a new addressBut nothing seems to matterTo that demonic pestOne time I swear to godI saw him sitting on my couchSome how I know thatThat's his car that's alwaysParked outside my houseI've gotta to get awaygot to get awayI Gotta get awayI've got to get wayI've gotta I've gotta I've gottaI've gottaI've gottaI got a!I've got a direct lineTo the Devil But he calls me all the timeIt's getting harder Just to keep him off the lineDial 0-800 666Right Now! Woah!Right Now! Woah!Right now! Woah!Dial 0-800 666 Right now! From Letras Mania