The Devil Came Up To Boston
The Devil came up to Boston
He was looking for some balls to break
He just got in from Quincy
Where he'd rained out a lobster bake
At the Copley T he saw a kid
Sawing on a fiddle and smoking a butt
The devil jumped up on a Globe dispenser
Said, "Dude, let me tell you what:

"I bet you didn't know it kid
But I can fucking strum
You may think you're all hot shit
But you're just a fucking bum
I've rocked all the hot spots
From the Garden to the Wang
I'll bet a Lotto card and a pack of Marlbs
That you can't fucking hang."
The kid said, "My name's Sully
And you're a stupid fuck
But if you wanna party
I'm game to earn a buck."
Sully, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Shit's going down in Boston and the Devil deals the cards
You could win a Lotto card and pack of Marlboros
But if you lose the Devil gets your soul

The Devil opened up his case
And said, "I'll fucking start."
Fire shot from his finger tips
Damn that shit was hot
The screech across the strings
Got the subway cops all pissed
Then the Dropkick Murphys showed up
And it sounded something like this...

Sully said, "Good job, but I hear that shit like every hour
I'm gonna rip it up now, then you can take a fuckin shower."

Oil in the harbor, watch out sailor
Bringing in steamers on a Boston Whaler
Cocked in Mattapan, stealing a truck
Yuppies in Southie, what the fuck?

The Devil shouted "Pissah!" cause he knew he’d just been tossed
He started chugging vodka to soften up the loss

Sully shouted, "Devil, come on back if you ever wanna press your luck
I told you once, you hard-on, you’re a wicked stupid fuck."