You're singin' love songs in my lustful lounge

Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sound

What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust

Give me a thrust

Yeah, show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

In desire, we trust

In the house of Asmodeus

Oh, dearie, don't get so fussed

Oh, look

You're starting to blush

From your groans to your grunts

In desire, we lust for the house of Asmodeus

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade

Perform your feelings on a velvety stage

Well, we've got a saying that's quite popular in these parts

Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts

You wanna hang around this lustful town?

Ditch the "lovey-dovey", or we'll knock you around

Here, we sing songs about wants and desires

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire

So give me a thrust

Show me some lust

From the groin to the bust

Little imp, you just must

In the house of Asmodeus

Come on, sing us a song

You know we'll all be going till dawn

Make it graphic and long

Make sure to rhyme "thong" and "schlong"

Go ahead, get it on

You sold your life for a thrust

At the spirit of lust

Give a moan or a grunt

You better get your head mussed

Till you aren't feeling flushed

Go till your bones turn to dust

From the groin to the bust

It's a desire that we lust

In the house of Asmodeus