Sympathy For the Devil (The Rolling Stones, 1968)

Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste
Been around for a long, long year, stole many a man’s soul and faith
I was ’round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general’s rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
Ah, what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made
I shouted out “Who killed the Kennedys?” when after all it was you and me
Let me please introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay

Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name
But what’s confusing you is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints
As heads is tails just call me Lucifer ‘cos I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse or I’ll lay your soul to waste

Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
Ah, what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game

Tell me baby, what’s my name, tell me honey, can you guess my name
Tell me sweetie, what’s my name, I tell you one time, you’re to blame