For Thursday I’m waiting,
anticipating,
no hesitating;
now you’re apprised.

It’s the devil, my Dis guise,
oh yes it is,
the devil’s my Dis guise.

I’ve gone out as a trickster
in years past, but my dream
is to go as the fiery beast
who runs a feisty team.

For Thursday I’m waiting,
anticipating,
breath all but bating.
Costume’s been sized.

It’s the devil, my Dis guise,
oh yes it is,
the devil’s my Dis guise.

Went as an angel from heaven
last year, but no one buys
heaven’s helpers in days like these…
too worldweary and wise.

For Thursday I’m waiting,
anticipating,
and salivating.
Believe your eyes.

It’s the devil, my Dis guise,
it surely is,
the devil’s my Dis guise…
allure of Dis.