Hell to the No

I met a guy on Friday night A geezer in a suit 'n' tie Well, he was slick and self-assured And never cared that I was bored I met a guy on Friday night (I hear you sing) I went "Alright!" Well, he told me I could be I'm serious, a celebrity! I asked him "Are you joking?" I asked him "Are you high?" What kinda smack you smoke in? That old professor pipe? And then I saw the devil Then I saw the truth He goes "I'm on the level" And I went through the roof I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul Of course I wouldn't buy the hype He promised me the world and got a fight He wanted me to join him for a drink And got it there before my mind could think He told me I was funny, told me he was sure That once I'd tasted money I would beg for more And then I saw right through him Then I saw the trap He really though I'd do him! Until he felt a slap I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul I met a guy on Friday night He offered me the stars to take a ride Told me if I'd only treat him good I would get a limo right outta the hood Oh yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch" I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" I told him "Hell..." I told him "Hell to the no" You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul