Darlene
The devil passed out in your bed
A few drinks and you're his punching bag
Oh Darlene

You think back on how he used to be
the love songs that he sang between the sheets
Some switch must have broken his brain
He drowns the pain

Darlene
The devil's waking from his dream
close the door, take what you need
Oh Darlene

You'll be on a jet tomorrow
Just forget about today
You wont have to think
When the stewardess says
"You want a drink?"
Yeah I do
Pour me two

Darlene
The devil lives inside your dreams
Soon he'll be just a memory
Oh Darlene