Song Description

A humorous tale on what if the Devil showed up for Sunday service and was more entertaining than the competition.

Lyrics

Devil came a-tappin' on my windowsill
He said, "I got myself a whole lot of time to kill.
I'm tired of the fire and the brimstone thing,
I need a little break from my evil routine.
How 'bout I make you an offer that you can't refuse?
You're gonna let me tag along to church with you.
Might get in touch with my holy roller side,
And won't the deacon be surprised to see the Devil on a Sunday?"
Must have spent Saturday shinin' up his Sunday shoes.
See the Devil on a Sunday,
Got to get around, hand out the wicked blues.

We slipped in, took a seat in the back.
He leaned over and he whispered, "Watch this, Jack!"
He jumped up on the pulpit and started to shout,
"It's time we aired this laundry out!
I got a message for the righteous and the born-again:
I put the I in S-I-N.
Let me be clear and understood,
I spent a mighty lot of time making God look good on a Sunday."
Must have spent Saturday shinin' up his Sunday shoes.
The Devil on a Sunday,
Don't look now but he's handin' out the wicked blues.

Now can I get an Amen and a Hallelu!
You never know when he's gonna get his hands on you.

Church let out and he was on his way.
He said, "I gotta be down in Geor-G-I-A.
I got a little meetin' with the P.T.L.
We're gonna raise a little H-E-double-L on a Sunday!
Got to spend all week shinin' up my Sunday shoes."
See the Devil on a Sunday,
Don't look now, but he's passin' out the wicked blues.

Devil on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday
Devil on a Sunday