The devil called down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for an election to steal.
He was in a bind ’cause he was way behind,
And he was willin’ to make a deal.
When he reached Raffensperger, the Georgian Secretary of State.
The devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, “Boy, let me tell you how to make Georgia great,”
“I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a gambler through and through,
And if you’d care to take a dare, I’ll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty politician, boy
But let me sow some oats.
I’ll bet a toilet of gold against your soul
If you can find me 11,870 votes.”
The boy said, “my name’s Brad, and I think that’s a crime
So I’ll have to refuse, because you’re gonna lose,
And you might wind up doing time.”
Brad taped this conversation, because he knew the Devil couldn’t be trusted.
When Hell broke loose in Georgia, he got the Devil busted.
He didn’t care about any old toilet made of gold,
He just wanted to let the Devil know that he wouldn’t sell his soul.
The devil started to plead his case and said, “Let me explain.
I won this state. I’m doing great, and I’ve got my own jet plane.
Just do me this one favor, and I’ll do something for you.”
Then a band of conspirators joined in, and it sounded like a coup.
When the devil finished, Brad said, “well, you’re pretty sure you won,
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you what you’ve done.”
He called the D.A. and Fani Willis made all sorts of plans
To indict him on a RICO charge and fingerprint his tiny hands.
Then Fani gave him a photo in honor of his “perfect” call.
You see the scowl in his mug shot, and I guess that says it all.
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat
And he puked in the golden toilet on the ground at their feet
They said, “Devil, just come back for a trial date if you ever dare,
And we’ll put you in jail for life, or send you to the chair.”
They played “Fire on the Mountain” run boys, run.
The conspirators are goin’ to the big House, one by one.
And Devil Donald will be joining them there.
Fani, will your dog bite? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Peace & Love, and all of the above,
Earl
Original Song: The Devil Went Down to Georgia. Songwriters: Charles Fred Hayward / Charlie Daniels / Fred Edwards / James W. Marshall / John Crain / William J. Digregorio
earlthepearl137 
Charlie Daniels would be proud of you
I think my next one will be Lock Him Up, Jack, to the tune of Hit the Road, Jack. LOL