I met a guy on Friday night A geezer in a suit 'n' tie Well, he was slick and self-assured And never cared that I was bored I met a guy on Friday noght (I hear you sing) I went: Alright! I'm serious, a celebrity! I asked him: Are you joking? I asked him: Are you high? What kinda smack you smoke in? That old professor pipe? And then I saw the devil He goes: I'm on the level And I went through the roof I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul Of course I wouldn't buy the hype He promised me the world and got a fight He wanted me to join him for a drink And got it there before my mind could think He told me I was funny, told me he was sure That once I'd tasted money I would beg for more And then I saw right through him Then I saw the trap He really though I'd do him! Until he felt a slap I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul I met a guy on Friday night He offered me the stars to take a ride Told me if I'd only treat him good I would get a limo right outta the hood Oh, yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no I told him: Hell I told him: Hell to the no You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul