Great Blow For A Day Job lyrics

Hear my tale - I`m norman normal, always humble, mild and meek.

In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street

`till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed,

said "Sonny I don`t want your money, I don`t need an overdraft.



Boy you have a great potential, don`t you let it go to waste.

My offer ends - so it`s essential that you hurry on (make haste!).

For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line...

Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!"



No one can dissuade me - I`m donw on my knees,

my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!"

If I put my pen to paper for eternity I`m damned.

If I don`t I`ll never be the singer in a fiddel band.

Can anyone blame me? - I don`t think they`d dare,

my soul says "No way" - But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!"



Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore.

Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did before.

I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.

Guess my story goes to show not all the `devils` own` dig black.



I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,

when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).

I`ll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come

to party with the `porno-queens` down by the shores of acheron.



I`ll party on in acheron!



No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,

my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!"

I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,

I`ve squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band.

Could anyone blame me? - I don`t think they dare,

my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!"



`Evil I did dwell - Lewd did I live` -

It`s a small price to pay for the gift that he gives.

Was it all worth it? - I`m too drunk to tell,

I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.



The end.
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