The Devil went down to Albuquerque
God knows why
He went to the place
Where dreams go to die
He wore a hooded cloak
To bask in his own tenebrosity
He took some anger management
To fix his animosity
The road was long
And the cucumber green
In Albuquerque he found
A bloody scene
Most people sought adventure
So they left town
But some of them stayed
For the big throw-down
They fought for the heck of it
Scratching and pulling hair
You could say they were possessed
Except the Devil wasn’t there
The Devil went down to Albuquerque
A bit too late
He was a new man
And he set them straight