way way down where the devils play my friend
they call us by our pet names now and then
it all at once reminds us where we've been
way way down where the devils play my friend

i wrote a letter and we mailed it off together my love
it read: I'm lighter than a feather
everything's been getting better my love
now i'm feeling full of color
i've been bein' good to others my love
so i'm makin' lots of pennies bein' a part of miss america

i made a sound but they shot it down oh no
they've heard it all before but i said c'mon once one more oh no
now i'm getting used to how things seem to go
and i'm savin' all my pennies so someday i may have plenty ya know