Woorden: Kevin Ayers. Ballad of a Salesman Who Sold Himself.

There was moonlight and laughter
That danced on the sands
And bloodstained pianos
Are played without hands

Such a promising music
Sweet whispers and dreams
From a travelling window,
The salesman who screamed.

Moonlight, saturday night
It's now or never
Oh play stormy weather,
For me, for me.

I lived in the flower shop
Called "love is so sweet!"
And I get all my kicks
From the customers' feet.


Well, I'm just a stranger,
None stranger than i.
My head in the quicksand
My feet in the sky.

I was carefully crazy
When playing the game.
'cause business is business
And I'm not to blame.

Climb on my back
It's a wet afternoon ;
A bottle of booze,
A bit of a tune to sing;
Goodbye, everything;
Goodbye, everything....