Ballad of a Salesman Who Sold Himself

There was moonlight and laughter That danced on the sands And bloodstained pianos Are played without hands Such a promising music Sweet whispers and dreams From a traveling window, The salesman who screamed. Moonlight, Saturday night It`s now or never Oh play Stormy Weather, for me, for me. 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.... --- Ballad of a Salesman Who Sold Himself - Kevin Ayers