Great Blow For A Day Job

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 down 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 'p***o-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. --- Great Blow for a Day Job - Skyclad