Dead chick strolled though the barroom door

Held her ukulele like a weapon of war.

Walked into the Fight Club and to their surprise

said "I'm tryin' to reschedule my early demise."

She climbed up on a table and looked all around

said "When the devil gets here, I'm buying a round.

Hold yourselves back and don't pull your knife

It's a musical duel for a little more life!"

CHORUS

Fight Club let your Ukus ring.

Fingers flying faster than dragonfly wings

They charmed the Devil with nothin' but strings.

When Fight Club rocks it makes the heavens sing!

The crowd didn't notice the man in black

climb up on a table, pull a uke from his pack.

Dead chick saw him and yelled with a grin

"Beer's on the house, let the party begin."

With a foot tappin time they dove right in

playin' and singing 'bout the wages of sin.

She sang him a sermon while wagging her ass

made him laugh so hard that he gave her a pass.

CHORUS

They sat down together with a bottle of gin.

The Devil even let her play his Eddie Finn

While Fight club played like a prairie fire

and a deal was struck just under the wire.

Dead chick grateful for a second chance

pulled the devil to his feet and ,boy, did they dance.

The place was smokin' and the music so hot

Dead chick couldn't tell if she was dead or not!

CHORUS

Doesn't really matter if it's heaven or hell.

We say heaven's better but who can tell?

But if the Devil can dance and play a mean uke

Then either way she's covered and the death thing's moot.