by Paul Thomas & Richie Morris.

I spoke with the devil on a saturday night
I woke with a fallen angel in my arms in the morning sunlight / Money, jewels and evil filled my pockets up tight / I been dealin' with the devil and his deck of cards, every night.
Stick or twist, what will i do? / I could play my hand blind hoping love will see me through / That devil he's the dealer, he's the banker, he shuiffles the pack, my chips are down I'm losing out, I might never ever get them back ////// Dreams of hearts and diamonds sparkle in my mind, keep me at the table way past closing time / Clubs beat me down, spades are gonna put me 6 foot in the ground / the devil calls the shots in the smoke filled bars, down town ///////// I spoke with the devil on a saturday night / woke with a fallen angel in my arms in the morning sunlight //// IOUs and promisary notes filled my pockets up tight / I bin dealing with the devil and his deck of cards, every night ///////// Now you know that mr devil, he must be feelin pretty sad, he's just playing to win some love, that's one thing he's never ever had , I leave his playhouse broke, without a penny to my name, he might think he's had the last laugh, but I'm gonna beat him, the next game...........