Hear my tale, I'm Norman Normal
Always humble, mild and meek
In my bank a lowly banker
Run-down branch 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 up, 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!"
Said: "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 fiddle 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 any more
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**no 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 c**aine for the brimstone of hell