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The Devil’s a Sonopneumaticist


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Thanks, all who offered synonyms for "concertina player."

So, I sang my new song at our local last night. The late-staying sessioners contributed chords and a musical interlude. No recordings exist, and it was a one-off, so you'll have to use your imagination. But here are the lyrics:

 

The Devil’s a Sonopneumaticist

 

He was a worn-out demon, too tired to sin.
We recognized him as he walked in.
The faithful asked, “Where’s yer violin?”
He said he lost it in a poker game with St. Michael and his Seraphim.

 

Don’t you know the Devil, he’s a squeezer
He’s a hexagonal wheezer
And he plays his tunes and he taps his cloven foot.
And he drinks expensive whiskey
Which the barman waters down
And the tunes they suffer when the Devil comes to town.

 

He said, “Now I play the concertina.”
He pulled one out and commenced to squeeze her.
He wrestled out a terrible din o din.
Then he twisted his mouth into an evil impish grin.

 

Don’t you know the Devil, he’s a squeezer
He’s a hexagonal wheezer
And he plays his tunes and he taps his cloven foot.
And he drinks expensive whiskey
Which the barman waters down
And the tunes they suffer when the Devil comes to town.

 

I don’t believe in Heaven, I don’t believe in Hell
I don’t believe in Jesus, tho’ I wish him well.
I believe in jigs and reels and my Carroll.
She’s got a 7-fold bellows and a sound like sweet caramel.

 

Don’t you know the Devil, he’s a squeezer
He’s a hexagonal wheezer
And he plays his tunes and he taps his cloven foot.
And he drinks expensive whiskey
Which the barman waters down
And the tunes they suffer when the Devil comes to town.

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