On Saturday night I'm a God-fearing man
I want to wake at first light for the Sunday sermon
I want heaven so at seven I get to bed
But at eleven I wake up in the juke joint instead
I guess the devil's go to dance, the devil's got to dance
The devil's got to dance, the devil's got to dance
Just let the preacher know I did due diligence
But the saints don't stand a chance if the devil's got to dance
Well, I wake up Sunday morning like I'm hit by a truck
The sermon's done but I can make the church potluck
So I get on my way, in my pocket's ten bucks
Don't you know that's what I pay when the devil's got to f**k
The devi's got to f**k, the devil's got to f**k
I miss the church potluck when the devil's got to f**k
We'll I'll confess my sins once my stick's been stuck
But let the preacher man know the devil's got to f**k