Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! The devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
Please! Leave me alone!
We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! He's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to hell now.
He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Oo, he ripped my upholstry.
He's at the wheel,
Help! The devil's in my car.
Help! He's drivin' too far.
(Scream!) ooooooh!
Whoooa!
I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell help!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to hell in my old Chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, help! Devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail.
Oh-ohh, I don't wanna go to hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.
Writer(s): Frederick Schneider, Catherine Pierson, Cynthia Wilson, Julian Strickland, Rickey Wilson
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