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Here's a fable about Bobby Gable,
He was talented, mindful, and able.
Oh, Bobby-Bobby, what's your call?
Would you sell your own good soul?
He was travelling up the river with some trinkets in his neat grapply gig,
To the local fair lay his path, but the road got crossed by a shrubby twig.
A devil leaped from the bushes and sprung up to the man,
He asked the good old Bobby, approaching the fellow's van,
How much for your soul? How much for your soul?
I'll help you get to any goal! Women, money and control!
You just name it, say the word!
You'll be famous across the World!
Oh, Bobby-Bobby, what's your call?
Would you sell your own good soul?
But Bobby shook his head in awe,
Got off his carriage to unblock the road,
The devil wouldn't drop the pace,
Kept getting in Bobby's face,
Just name the price! Just name the price!
He told him once, twice, and then ten times!
Bobby never spilled a trace of a phrase,
Brushed away the thick smokey haze,
Unblocked the road, and off he rode,
The defeated devil was left ignored.
Oh, Bobby-Bobby, what's your call?
Would you sell your own good soul?
Bobby looked out to the sky,
Sell the soul? Oh, would I?
Sure, why not? Thought to himself Bobby Gable.
Decent stuff is fine for sale, just like good sable,
Though, none of the things in this poor space,
Are worth my soul's eternal place.
Oh, Bobby-Bobby, what's your call?
Would you sell your own good soul?
I sure would! — says Bobby Gable,
Wouldn't want it wasted and unstable.
Sell the soul? If only for the highest bid!
And, oh the devil? He's just a bitter skid,
Everybody knows, that the devils, aye,
Their promises are nothing but a lie.
Everybody knows, that the devils, aye,
Their promises are nothing but a lie.
But even if his words were so,
That's nowhere close to the worth of my own good soul.
But even if his words were so,
That's nowhere close to the worth of my own good soul!
He wouldn't sell, oh no. Not for gold or even the stars in the skies,
Oh Bobby Gable, everlasting spot in Paradise was his asking price!