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.
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