Polka with the Devil

I know a guy they call Freddie
He has nothing much to do
He’s a full blooded fuck up-
Spends every wakung minute sniffin' glue
And solvents, getting high and falling low
He’s dancing Polka with the Devil
And the devil just won’t let him go
He’s a kid without a concience
He’s hardly 17
He’s not a threat, he's not a danger
A phony rebel with a brain like gelatine
And in a year now, he'll ride his very own horse
Dancin' Polka with the Devil
And going down slow…
I don’t sympathize with Freddie
But where there’s darkness there is light
He’s onto something valid
It’s a pity, though, that he didn’t get it right
Of course there’s discord, there's a world to change, that's true
I’d rather dance Polka with the Devil
Than squaredance with those fools…