I had a dream, last night, That filled me full of fright: I dreamt that I was with the Devil, below, In his great big fiery hall, Where the Devil was giving a Ball. I checked my coat and hat And started gazing at, The merry crowd that came to witness the show; And I must confess to you, There were many there I knew. At the Devil's Ball, At the Devil's Ball, I saw the cute Mrs Devil so pretty and fat, Dress'd in a beautiful fireman's hat; Ephraham, the Leader man, who led the band last Fall, He play'd the music at the Devil's Ball, In the Devil's Hall, I saw the funniest devil that I ever saw, Taking the tickets from folks at the door; I caught a glimpse of my Motherinlaw, Dancing with the Devil, Oh! the little Devil, Dancing at the Devil's Ball. The Devil's Pa and Ma, Were standing at the bar, Conversing with, the little fellow who first Put the pain in champagne wine, He was pouring it out in a stein. I bought a round of ice For ev'ry body twice, It wasn't long before I ordered a fan; And before the break of dawn, I put my overcoat in pawn. -Irving Berlin (1912)
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