Ballad Of A Salesman Who Sold Himself - Kevin Ayers

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 travelling 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…