[can be found at daytrotter.com]nnSaint Michael, the archangelnCame down and he ran out the devilnThe devil went and hid in a fishing townnNow he lives off the beach off Long Island SoundnnAnd he plays his drums by the sea of rumnSit in the sun all day, watching ships sail awaynThen Michael would put him back in the groundnBut he won't find the devil in Stanford townnnWhen I was younger I got in troublenI was a sailor, I fell for the bottlenOf all the places I was ever sentnI met the devil off the coast of ConnecticutnnAnd he played his drums by the sea of rumnStayed up all night and drank until I woke in the tanknand Michael would put him back in the groundnBut he won't find the devil in Stanford townnnAnd he played his drums by the sea of rumnCards up his sleeves they fall like leafsnSave money, when the day is donenCause I'll be back at your door when my money's gone