Mean angel, mean angel, mean angel. Ow!

The baleful sight leaves us appalled:
He’s got scales down his back.
His underwear must really chafe,
Especially at the crack.

Mean angel—Beelzebub,
Mean angel—he’ll quell your grub.
He was one time up above,
But then he fell; his home’s now sub.

He’ll prod you with his hook-like fork
That makes wife’s prods seem slight.
You hope he don’t thrust high that thing
And damage your eyesight.

Mean angel is Lucifer,
Mean angel—he’ll contuse ya.
He was one time up above,
But then he fell; his home’s now sub.

That thing between your legs is gone;
They taken it away.
You’ll never stick THOSE lips again
In your underworld stay.

Mean angels—they will tease ya,
Mean angels—they will tweeze ya.
You were one time up above
Now sulfur smell, can’t quell with Dove®.

Mean angels, mean angels, cappin’ your knees.