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Leon Rosselson - We Sell Everything lyrics
I woke up this morning when a ring at the bell split my dreams The man at the door wore a smile so wide I thought his face would fall apart at the seams He jigged "Good morning it's your lucky day Because I've come to help you make the grade I'm your friend I'm your neighbor I'm your good companion I'm the leader of a wig crusade I've got straight wigs, curly wigs, gay wigs and girly wigs Live-a-little buy a devil-daring one Blue wigs, red wigs, very-good-in-bed wigs Everyone who's anyone is wearing one..." I said "No thank you I've nowhere to put them And I've got all the hair that I need" He said "Don't worry son we've got a product on the market That will make your hair fall out, guaranteed We've got: cough drops, cricket bats, iron lungs, knicknacks wooden legs, wedding rings, we sell everything slug killers, killer slugs, road drills, ear plugs time bombs, tombstones, merchant banks and garden gnomes toothpaste, defoliants, genital deodorants strychnine, gasoline, benzene, polythene... He said, "the products we are marketing will transform you Into someone of quality and style You'll be the number-one attraction And everyone will envy your mysterious superior smile 'Cause we're making you a very special offer of tomorrow In delicate pastel shades Have a jar of instant happiness, a bottleful of glamor, An amazing value dream that never fades We've got tubes of tranquility, boxes of virility Packets of the simple life that used to be Eternal youth at bargain price, a one-way trip to Paradise Or why not buy a giant pack of Purity Here's a free gift sample of the art of gracious living There's nothing that we can't provide And what it all adds up to is super satisfaction Though we hope you won't be satisfied Because we've got: fruit machines, magazines, baked beans, submarines handcuffs, face creams, pep pills and private dreams synthetic fibres, tranquilizers, inorganic fertilizers canned beer, barbed wire, dividends at five points higher Mars bars, fast cars, Jesus Christ as Superstars life insurance, cigarettes, package tours and Sabre jets... Well I said I really didn't think I had the urge to purchase And in any case my cash was running low His eyes beamed out a warning and his smile got kind of stormy And he said "There's just one thing you ought to know It's people like you who are letting down the country When our democratic freedoms are at stake 'Cause if you don't buy the wheels will start to falter And after that it's on with the brake Then confidence will be destroyed and millions will be unemployed And anarchy will ....?.... harmony So tell me, sir, do you prefer to be a lousy saboteur Or help to boost that national economy? Because production only rises and investments only boom When the demand stimulates the supply Then everyone will prosper so I hope it's very plain That it's your patriotic duty to buy... cough drops, cricket bats, iron lungs, knicknacks wooden legs, wedding rings, we sell everything slug killers, killer slugs, road drills, ear plugs time bombs, tombstones, merchant banks and garden gnomes toothpaste, defoliants, genital deodorants strychnine, gasoline, benzene, polythene... fruit machines, magazines, baked beans, submarines handcuffs, face creams, pep pills and private dreams synthetic fibres, tranquilizers, inorganic fertilizers canned beer, barbed wire, dividends at five points higher Mars bars, fast cars, Jesus Christ as Superstars life insurance, cigarettes, package tours and Sabre jets... An the new supersonic fractional orbital bombardment system That annihilates everything that moves Within a range of 7.528 light years... |
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