'Oh, Mephistopilis...'

1, 2, 3... take it away...Now I’m the king of the sinners, the Wittenberg V.I.P./ I reached the top and had to stop and that’s what’s bothering me./ Got me a pliant demon, called Mephistopheles./ I’m glutted with conceit of this, such rare delicacies.// CHORUS: Oh Mephistopheles, I wanna be evil please./ I wanna rend the clouds and gain a deity./ For 24 years I’ll trade my soul./ consummatum est! Oh Faustus, you’re a fool!// Now the devil can’t get me a wife, so here’s Helen of Troy./ My powers amount to conjuring tricks; I’m a lucky little boy./ I’ll leap up to my God, repenting of my sins,/ But Lucifer, or Mephistopheles threaten to tear me into bits.// (CHORUS) // Now take a look at Faustus, with one bare hour to live:/ Being damned perpetually, and nothing good to give./ Mountains come and fall on me, hide me from the wrath of God/ The devil will come, this power’s a sham, and Faustus must be damned.// (CHROUS)// (CHORUS)