Devil on a String - Robyn Hitchcock

Got him by the horns

Got him by the nose

Got him by the tail

Got him by the toes

You’ve got him by the hand

Let’s see where it goes

It’s the devil, devil on a string

It’s the devil, devil on a string

Sets up an itch

You’ll never scratch

And if you did

What would you catch?

It’s the devil, devil on a string

It’s the devil, devil on a string

I’m in with you, baby

Monday’s child is full of cream

Tuesday’s child is in a dream

Wednesday’s Thursday’s in a trance

Weekends in the house of chance

Sunday’s child comes rolling by

With her salvation pie

Salvation pie, salvation pie

You gotta get a slice before you die

Got me gift-wrapped

Tied with a bow

Got me checkmate

Nowhere to go

Down in the groove

Where the devil-mints grow

It’s the devil, devil on a string

It’s the devil, devil on a string

It’s the devil, devil on a string

You make me feel so special

You make me feel so special

On Primrose Hill

If the devil don’t get me

You will

On Primrose Hill

About 10:15

On Primrose Hill

About 10:15

The light shines through

The chestnut trees

Listening to

The Three Degrees