I thought she was good like me
Didn’t know she was bad like him
I thought it was another country
Didn’t know it was the land of sin

I thought she was 007
Didn’t know she was 666
I thought she was a gift from heaven
Didn’t know she swam the river Styx

Chorus

She’s a spy
a spy
a spy for the devil X2
She keeps an evil eye on me!

I thought I had her under control
Didn’t know she was fast and loose
I thought I had her heart and soul
Didn’t know she was a devil duece

I thought it was a road trip
Didn’t know she was going to Hell
I thought it was a spaceship
Didn’t know I didn’t know her too well

Chorus

She said..put on your horn swoggles and put on your beer goggles
Pick up the fiddle stick and hold on to your nit pick

You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!
You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!

Strap on your blood muffler and plug in your bag duffler
Swallow what the goat guzzled and scream what the master muzzled

You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!
You’re going down, going down, down to the dungeon!

(Down in the dungeon we are good people)

Lyrics:

I got duties. I’m gonna shirk.
I’m a duty shirker. I’m gonna shirk my duties tonight.
My succotash, well, it’s suffering.
And right before I crash, I’ll need some bufferin

C’mon girl. Take it easy with me.
C’mon girl. You been working too hard.

I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.

I’m built for comfort not for speed, guitar.

I’m built for viewing not for doing, guitar.

I don’t have a list of jobs to do
What I have is a list of jobs to poo poo
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
I like to shirk ‘em. Don’t like to work ‘em!
C’mon girl. Take a load off.
C’mon girl. Let your muscles go soft.

I’m a duty shirker. I’m a duty shirker.
I shirk my duties all night long.

The Relish Gods are angry tonight
My avacado’s burning and my celery’s tight
The King Of Pickles is giving you a thrill
His jar of mason is filling up with dill

Relish my pickle, relish my pickle, relish my pickle
and tickle the dill

I hope it don’t trickle when you tickle my pickle
And I hope you ain’t fickle cuz I look like Don Rickles
Relish my pickle!

Celery sailors in the green sunshine
Wash ashore in a sea of brine
Pickled mermaids just having fun
Fix their hair in a cucumber bun

Relish my pickle, relish my pickle, relish my pickle
and tickle the dill

The Relish Gods are angry tonight
My avacado’s burning and my celery’s tight
The Relish Gods are angry tonight

Arabs turn to liquid, Egyptians hard as rock
The surgery is over, it’s the last tick tock
Mockingbirds fall from the sky
The eagle soars high
Alaskan folk songs, the Eskimo lie

I learned this on the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of travel, the master of gravel

House of God opens at dawn
When doves cry in pain
The sobering wine bottle
The webs in your brain
Great white hunter, eats his words
I feed them to him

I learned this on the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of travel, the master of gravel

I walked along the road, the road belongs to Bill
The master of tar, the master of my car