Berberis Blues

Satan was feeling so bored one day I think it was in nineteen oh two He looked at the children, he looked at the folks, and said (I really wanna hurt all of you) He was short of ideas of major disease And varied kinds of pitiful sin Gave it some thought, then straightened his back On his face a devilish grin He looked in the mirror, blew himself a kiss "I'm making a bush and it's called Berberis!" (It's my very own Botanical clone Evil in its purest form All those people get pain Now I'm smiling again Knowing my black efforts were not in vain Oh, they did it, they planted my soul And gloves they will not help you, you see Berberis spikes will pierce them and make You call despair and anger at me!) His genius plot, as bad as Pol Pot You did to yourself did you not? The nice looking berries and freshtasting leaves Belies the rotten deal that you got (The garden of yours is now full of hell I'm watching, I'm smiling I think it looks swell! It's my very own Claim to the throne Evil in its purest form In their gardens of pain My badness will reign Piercing their fingers again and again) Solo! Now once again the devil got bored and said (Now what the hell am I gonna do? The berberis bush was fun and all But now I want to try something new No, no I'm not choosing a plague or a pest I'll punsish the young with a bad Cooper-test! It's the test from hell I love it so well You're suffering now, you know I can tell It's worse than a nuke I'm a happy dark duke As your bending over to dish out some puke It's my very own Claim to the throne Evil in its darkest form In your life I am king I will misery bring I'm happy, so right now I just want to sing! Lala lala la Lalala Lalalalalalalalala Dumdidumdidum dum La dumdidudum Rappapitirappati hey du-di-duuuuuuuuuum)