Skyclad - A Great Blow For A Day Job lyrics

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