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.