Ballad Of A Salesman Who Sold Himself Paroles

Are played without hands



Such a promising music

Sweet whispers and dreams

From a travelling window,

The salesman who screamed.



Moonlight, Saturday night

It's now or never

Oh play Stormy Weather,
I lived in the flower shop

Called "Love is So Sweet!"

And I get all my kicks

From the customers' feet.



Well, I'm just a stranger,

None stranger than I.

My head in the quicksand

My feet in the sky.



I was carefully crazy

When playing the game.

'Cause business is business

And I'm not to blame.



Climb on my back

It's a wet afternoon ;

A bottle of booze,

A bit of a tune to sing;

Goodbye, everything;

Goodbye, everything....