Horatio Lee Jenkins - Drunker Than Satan
I was at the bar last Saturday, you'll never guess who walked in
It was the devil and he's the master of all unholy sin
He said to me, "I challenge you to a duel"
I said, "Devil, if you think you can out drink me, you're a fool!"
So now I'm drunker than Satan
With all of his violence and hating
You'd think he could out-drink a good old boy like me
And now the prince of darkness is out there
Puking on the carpet
And he ain't even through shot 19
'Cause on his fourth glass of Cuervo
He started puking up condemned souls
And that was before we opened up the Jim Beam
He said he'd get my soul, if he were to win
I asked, "What do I get Devil, when you are forced to give in?"
He said to me, "If you out-drink me, I'll be surprised,
but if you do, you can name your own prize."
It wasn't even midnight, when I found the prince of doom.
He was passed out on the floor, in the men's bathroom.
I told him, "It might be hard to get me my prize with your head so unclear,
the night is young, I know what I want: GET ME MORE BEER!"