I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me well a devil
But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And dear pony please don't laugh I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely and depressed
Poor unfortunate souls in pain in need
This one longing to be younger
That one wants to get the mare
And do I help them? Yes indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls so sad so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, "Spells, Samael please!"
And I help them? Yes I do
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the brimstone
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
The Stallions up there don't like a lot to be dazzle
They think a mare who doing magic is a bore
Yes on land it's much preferred for mare never doing to get fancy
And after all dear what is idle prattle for?
C'mon they're not all that impressed with conversation
Two Stallion avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn on a mare who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her magic who not gets her stallion
C'mon you poor unfortunate soul go ahead make your choice!
I'm a very busy Demon Lord and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much just your voice!
You poor unfortunate soul! It's sad but true!
If you want to cross a bridge my sweet
You've got to pay the toll take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll!
(Pain, Panic, now I've got her, boys)
The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul