The Devil Rules

(Final Chorus)

Words: George Turner.

(Air from "The Vagabond King.")

So we end our revels
And our friend the devil's
Safely set above us all
Still (like Arthur Rank) he's
Better far than Yankees
Which just says nothing at all.
Satan's waitin' to build a hell on earth
The dollars wallahs will help to give it birth.

With Inspector Semple
I'll erect a temple
To suppression of the reds
In the daily paper
We will gaily shape a
Mood where people lose their heads.

Do as the U.S. you can't go wrong with me
I like a guy like the guys from Tennessee.

If we've made the dollars
To put paid to Wallace
Satan's established safe and sound
So if you love the Devil
Reds you'll prove are evil
Thus the Devil's policy goes round.

Down with the clown with the nerve to say we're wrong
Abuse him, accuse him and make him sing this song.

So we end our revels,
Victory's the Devil's,
Sing while yet there's time for song.