Some time ago in the furnace below Grew restless the ruler of sin; He dug through His closet Composed a composite Consisting of a violin.
The underworld rang with Delectable twang As Lucifer plucked on His strings; E'en angels flew down Allured by the sound Til Cerberus plucked off their wings.
Eventually Satan grew bored of this, too; That thrill-seeking ******* must capture the new; So up to the land of the living He flew; Disguised as a figure whom everyone knew.
First on the agenda of any pretender: Extinguish the genuine soul; He arrived in Genoa Disguised as a boa And silently swallowed him whole.
With Europe His playground The Devil, He made sound That no one alive had yet heard; He fiddled and plucked, Gambled and ******, Until inside Him syphilis stirred.
His physical shell He now had to retire; Back to the depths of the black and the fire; Forever above will the humans admire; The legend of strings; the king; the sire.