A victorious knight on a battlefield, He prayed for an ale most dear
But the prayer's address he was remiss, so it fell to the Devil's ear
Through thunderous sky,
He did arrive, with cloven hoof and beard
But the knight, he stayed, and his soul betrayed
For the Devil brought him beer
But he sold his soul for a cup of ale
And the Devil was filled with glee
For the ugly truth, though we have no proof,
Is in Hell they just serve tea [oh, no!]
The Devil said, "Fine warrior, pray,
Have a pilsner to quench your thirst,
'Tis the finest beer from the
Prussian lands, but I must be reimbursed.
So at your end, your soul I'll rend,
From the front of Heaven's Gate.
To Hell, we'll turn, and there, you'll burn,
And thus will be your fate."
Well he sold his soul for a cup of ale
And the Devil was filled with glee
And the ugly truth, though we have no proof,
Is in Hell they just serve tea [oh, no!]
So the knight he took this German drink and pounded it in one sup
With a mighty slurp and a thundrous burp, he tossed the empty cup
Well the Devil howled, and the skies he found
With sadistic song of fear
To the knight farewell,
"I'll see you in Hell,"
And with that he disappeared
Having sold his soul for a cup of ale
And the Devil was filled with glee
'Cause the ugly truth, though we have no proof,
Is in Hell they just serve tea [oh, no!]
As many years had passed away, the knight in battle died
And thus his fate, at the Pearly Gate, was the Devil at his side
But Saint Pete was there, to make him aware
That the Devil's plot would fail
For the catch was this, that German piss
Could hardly pass for ale
Well he sold his soul for a cup of ale
And the Devil was filled with glee
'Cause the ugly truth, though we have no proof,
Is in Hell they just serve tea. [oh, no!]
The ugly truth, though we have no proof,
Is in Hell they just serve tea. [oh, no!]