Lyrics Hell to the No (acoustic) - Sweet California

I met a guy on Friday night
A geezer in a suit ′n' tie
Well, he was slick and self-assured
And never cared that I was bored
I met a guy on Friday night
(I hear you sing) I went "Alright!"
I′m serious, a celebrity!

I asked him "Are you joking?"
I asked him "Are you high?"
What kinda smack you smoke in?
That old professor pipe?
And then I saw the devil
He goes "I'm on the level"
And I went through the roof

I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

Of course I wouldn't buy the hype
He promised me the world and got a fight
He wanted me to join him for a drink
And got it there before my mind could think
He told me I was funny, told me he was sure
That once I′d tasted money I would beg for more
And then I saw right through him
Then I saw the trap
He really though I′d do him!
Until he felt a slap

I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

I met a guy on Friday night
He offered me the stars to take a ride
Told me if I'd only treat him good
I would get a limo right outta the hood
Oh yeah, oh yeaaahhh, ohhh...
Guess what I told that no-account sumbitch"

I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul

I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
I told him "Hell..."
I told him "Hell to the no"
You may-a gotten weaker women in your hold
But your home is gonna freeze before I sell my soul