Original Song Lyrics by my own personal devil friend, Mr. Whiskey Dick and The Beer Goggles.

Some people have a friend to turn to
A pal that gonna help you get through
All the bad days and all of the strife
The pal I got, he ain’t worth shit
On my shoulder there he sits 
Dressed in red and messin up my life
“It’s ok, buddy, you’re not too drunk to drive
“She wouldn’t of brought you home, if she didn’t want you to come inside
“Just pay the truck note next month. Let’s you and me hit the bar
“Go ahead and sing some karaoke! You were born to be a star

Chorus
The Devil is a friend of mine
‘makes suggestions all the time
But the advice he always gives just ain’t no good
He don’t let me learn from my mistakes
The Ten Commandments are there to break
I’d get another friend if I only could
If I only could

When I was a younger man
Strong and dumb, poor and tan
I used the think that being bad was fun
I don’t bounce back like I used ‘ta
Gotta get outta bed before the roosta’
And work all day until the evening comes

The devil points out every liquor store

Even if you have beer, you could buy some more
Or maybe we swing by my favorite bar for a shot of Jack
He says stay up late and feed the juke box
Play Country tunes and Southern rock 
Play some pool and talk a little smack
He keeps me out late and he keeps me poor
Makes me buy shit I got no use for
Then he makes me borrow money from my mom
He lets me work, but then he takes the cash
Just setting me up for another crash
Adding seconds to the timer on my bomb

The Devil is a friend of mine
‘makes suggestions all the time
But the advice he always gives just ain’t worth shit
Every time I got him beat, 
I get taken off my feet
The Devil he just just sits and grins
I took the wrong advice 
I fucked it up again
Because I let the Devil be my friend