Il testo della 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 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.