The devil came and talked to God
And said that he was needing
A place where he could put those souls
Whose sins were far exceeding
For hell was full and filling up
And space was fast depleting
So God, He sat and thought a while
And finally decided
He had some space near Canada
For those so much misguided
A place of six months’ six feet snow
And dirty streets to slide in
So God set all the ice and dirt
And all the sinners shuffling
Through streets and streets of rats and sleet
And lake winds ever buffeting
For God made Rochester, New York
And we are all still suffering
So if you ever wonder where
Civility disperses
Where buses never come on time
And everyone talks terser
Know God made Rochester, New York
And we are all the worser
