When the devil is too busy, and deaths a bit too much, they call on him, by name you see, for his special touch, to the gentleman hes Miss Fortune, to the ladies hes Sir Prize, but call him by any name, anyway its all the same
Finally someone let him out of his cage
Now, time for him is nothing cos he's counting no age
Now he couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
He's good at repairs
And He's under each snare
He was only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
He was the only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was
He get's up in the morning around 6 A.M
has a little jelly, has a little jam.
takes a piece of bread
puts it in the slot
pulls the lever
the wires get hot
He gets toast
YEAH TOAST!
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