Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Salesman, artist - The Happy Family. Album song The Man On Your Street, in the genre Date of issue: 31.10.1982
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English
The Salesman |
| A salesman’s life is a tale of woe |
| He’s despised in every place |
| The rain seeps through his overcoat |
| And the door’s slammed in his face |
| A salesman needs the faith of saints |
| His position’s much the same |
| He’s crucified by overheads |
| With no underdogs to blame |
| Here I have detergent |
| These boxes are my life |
| I flog them round from town to town |
| To feed my son and wife |
| Buy this fine detergent |
| How much do you require |
| It cleans away impurities |
| And stills the fleshly fires |
| I kiss my wife in the morning light |
| As I lift the beetle boot |
| Stack my boxes row on row |
| Then I hit the Danube route |
| Augsburg’s full of scallywags |
| Trying on the ancient line |
| Saying a salesman called just yesterday |
| And his face looked just like mine |
| Here I have detergent |
| These boxes are my life |
| I flog them round from town to town |
| To feed my son and wife |
| Buy this fine detergent |
| It s everything you need |
| It’s friendship for the lonely ones |
| For the godless it’s a creed |
| A handsome young evangelist |
| Had sacred words to speak |
| He thought God’s will appealed to me |
| I was studying his technique |
| He warned me of the enemy |
| With a twinkle in his eye |
| Then I see to my eternal shame |
| My rival in disguise |
| Here I have detergent |
| These boxes are my life |
| I flog them round from town to town |
| To feed my son and wife |
| Buy this fine detergent |
| Biologically prepared |
| To cleanse the crime from criminals |
| The answer to our prayers |
| A self-made man’s a can of worms |
| His soul’s a blood-stained sheet |
| But he struggles to redeem himself |
| As he sells from street to street |
| Members of the jury |
| I’ve just one thing left to add |
| The low is by its nature good |
| But a salesman must be bad |
| Here I hove detergent |
| These boxes are my life |
| I flog them round from town to town |
| To feed my son and wife |
| Buy this fine detergent |
| Salvation comes to those |
| Who cleanse their souls as white as white |
| In the washtub with their clothes |
| Here I have detergent |
| It’ll be the death of me |
| Then I’ll flog these boxes |
| Round the length and breadth of eternity |
| Me and my detergent |
| We’re insured for all we’re worth |
| And while we’re cleaned out in purgatory |
| They’ll be filthy rich on earth |