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.
