The Theme From Jigaboo Devil
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
Ten thousand men named George will forge ahead
So know that he was born
To swell a pumpkinhead, and dead
Curse a hellzapoppin' allotment
Proppa-doppa, sloppy like a Burger King Whopper
Poppin' shots at Dorsey's Locker (you got it!)
Great Migration to northern states
Loans, and fates unknown
Moans that droned on and kep' on goin'
Find that hair-rhein binds minds, the nod of gods
Hundred sixteenth time sign (and finding the rod!)
And looky dat dere, you watch out now
The boom-boom-pow, the what-when-wow, the kak-kat kow
A Night Train to Terror (errybody got something to do!)
Tomorrow, we hit Scottsboro (for luggage and umbrage)
This bile is bilin' in ya stomach and we plummet the tonnage
Droppin' weight and feelin' great
It's feeling spacious, these acres
All the Herbs at the curb
Cap'n cappin' all the fakers
And the racists donkey-brayin',
But the paper's sayin'
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin' all this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
You see him keep it holly-jolly
Follow Cholly to the sleepers he creepin'
Miss Molly hollers, J acknowledge her beeping
And keep her company, go fluff up her pillows
Then bring her sweetmeats
And turn up the sheets to get her neat,
(and wipe the fog off the windows...)
And his emission's complete,
But it's a long train comin', and a feat to compete
In the street, D catch the beats
And like to stir with the bird
He keep it workin' and you prayin'
For the end of the verse
And you can hear him sayin'
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin' all this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
JD's our hope and scream, Red Black and Green
And though the skies be gray with lies
That hide the truth
We'll come through hell
With bells that knell, our Devil's due
That yell that Weldon spelled,
That stony road we knew
And though the lies, they fly
From Ofay's eyes of blue
They'll take this L
Come shots and shells of Jigaboo
They'll take this L
Come shots and shells from Jigaboo
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin'
All this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
Ten thousand men named George will forge ahead
So know that he was born
To swell a pumpkinhead, and dead
Curse a hellzapoppin' allotment
Proppa-doppa, sloppy like a Burger King Whopper
Poppin' shots at Dorsey's Locker (you got it!)
Great Migration to northern states
Loans, and fates unknown
Moans that droned on and kep' on goin'
Find that hair-rhein binds minds, the nod of gods
Hundred sixteenth time sign (and finding the rod!)
And looky dat dere, you watch out now
The boom-boom-pow, the what-when-wow, the kak-kat kow
A Night Train to Terror (errybody got something to do!)
Tomorrow, we hit Scottsboro (for luggage and umbrage)
This bile is bilin' in ya stomach and we plummet the tonnage
Droppin' weight and feelin' great
It's feeling spacious, these acres
All the Herbs at the curb
Cap'n cappin' all the fakers
And the racists donkey-brayin',
But the paper's sayin'
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin' all this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
J to the Igga! B to the Izz-ooh!
Finga the trigga! swing with the sickle!
D to the Ev-eye! E to the Ev-ill!
Hit like a semi! he come to level!
You see him keep it holly-jolly
Follow Cholly to the sleepers he creepin'
Miss Molly hollers, J acknowledge her beeping
And keep her company, go fluff up her pillows
Then bring her sweetmeats
And turn up the sheets to get her neat,
(and wipe the fog off the windows...)
And his emission's complete,
But it's a long train comin', and a feat to compete
In the street, D catch the beats
And like to stir with the bird
He keep it workin' and you prayin'
For the end of the verse
And you can hear him sayin'
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin' all this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
JD's our hope and scream, Red Black and Green
And though the skies be gray with lies
That hide the truth
We'll come through hell
With bells that knell, our Devil's due
That yell that Weldon spelled,
That stony road we knew
And though the lies, they fly
From Ofay's eyes of blue
They'll take this L
Come shots and shells of Jigaboo
They'll take this L
Come shots and shells from Jigaboo
Word! I though you knew, it's cause the devil's due
Yea It's certain you goin' learn today
Cuz it's curtains, you ain't skirtin'
All this hell to pay (and say)
Worse! it hurts, this truth, It's cuz the devil's due
Yeah, just wear it, cause you fits dat shoe
Word! I thought you knew
Here come the devil, he's come to level
Here come the devil, he's come to level
(Here come the devil!)
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Meyerson, Juba Kalamka, Travis Andrews, Van Jackson-weaver
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