Dead chick strolled through the barroom door.Held her ukulele like a weapon of war

Walked into the Fight Club and to their surprise said,"I'm trying to reschedule my early demise."

She climbed upon a table and looked all around, said "When the Devil gets here I'm buying a round.

Hold yourselves back, Maria, don't pull a knife. It's a musical duel for a little more life!"

CHORUS

Fight Club let your ukus ring. Fingers flyin' 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 the table, pull a uke from his pack.

But dead chick saw him a yelled with a grin,"Beer's on the house. Let the party begin!"

With feet tappin' time they dove right in, playin' and a singin' bout the wages of sin.

She sang him a sermon while waggin' her ass that made him laugh so hard he gave her a pass.

CHORUS

They sat down together with a bottle of gin.The Devil even let her play his new Eddie Finn.

While Fight Club played like a house on 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 that the dead chick couldn't tell if she was dead or not!

CHORUS

Doesn't much matter if it's heaven or hell. We think heavens better but who can tell?

But if the devil is a dancer that plays a mean uke then either way she's covered and her death is moot.