Happy Talk

'Oh, no… well it’s not for me
Another day of selling things'
Yesterday I was a salesman until I quit the retail bit
Circus towns they always bring me down
It never stops… childish plots
They’ve got their standards
Huh — you can’t infringe
Well me I’ve got my surface friends
With tiny hearts, who play the part
But no, it’s not for me
I have to leave before they break me
Oh no, I said it’s not for me
They won’t be happy until all this talk brings me down…
All fine people don’t get me wrong
But it’s unwise to stay too long
Oh I’m no wise-egg but understand
Take this matter in both your hands
Choose your poison and don’t look back
Ah, me I need a lucky break
And I won’t hesitate
No, it’s not for me
I have to leave before they break me
Oh no, I said it’s not for me
They won’t be happy until all this talk brings me down…
'I didn’t apply for this job, it applied for me
Tupperware, I mean, who needs it anyway
I said oh, no… no, it’s not for me
Too many days… of selling things
No, that call’s not for me
And if it is I’m out to lunch these days
Oh, no… no no no no…
I said oh, no do eskimos really need snow
So understand it’s not your fault
Why it’s only me and I need the air to breathe
Oh, no why it’s not for me
They won’t be happy until all this talk brings me down…
Yeh-hay-hay-hay-hay…
Say Mrs. Jones, my name is Bill Prine
'Surely you need something
I mean after all, none of it’s expensive
I deal in tittle and tattle
It may look a bit tacky, but it does the job
I used to be a novelist, and I’ve gone right down hill now
Haven’t I' (whistle)