To the tune of “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” obviously.

The devil went down to Florida
He was lookin’ for a ring to steal
He was in a bind
‘Cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal

When he came upon this young man
Sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot
And LeBron jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, “Boy let me tell you what”

“I guess you didn’t know it
but I’m a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you”

“Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give LeBron his due
I’ll bet a ring of gold
Against your soul
‘Cause I think I’m better than you”

The boy said, “My name’s Dirk
And it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet
And you’re gonna regret
‘Cause I’m the world’s best German”

Dirk rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause Hell’s broke loose in Florida and LeBron deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny ring made of gold
But if you lose LeBron gets your soul.

LeBron opened up his case
And he said “I’ll start this show”
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow

Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an evil hiss
And a band of Heat joined in
And it sounded something like this

(LeBron wails on the fiddle)

When LeBron finished
Dirk said, “Well you’re pretty good old son
Just sit right in that chair right there
And let me show you how it’s done”

He played “Looking for Freedom”
Run boys, run
LeBron’s in the House of the Big German
Chicken in a bread pan picken’ out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no

(Dirk Nowitzki wails way more efficiently on the fiddle)

LeBron bowed his head
Because he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden ring
On the ground at Dirk’s feet

Dirk said, “LeBron just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a gun
I’m the world’s best German”

And he played “Looking for Freedom”
Run boys, run
LeBron’s in the House of the Big German
Chicken in a bread pan picken’ out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no

(image via The YBF)