[Lyrics: Martin Walkyier]
[Music: Graeme English]
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild
In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street
'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he
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
My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!).
For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted
Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!"
No one can dissuade me - I'm donw on my knees,
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
Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore.
Others age - but I look younger, stronger that I did
I used to drive a Fiat Panda - now a lime green Cadillac.
Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig
I know there is a price I must pay for my thirty years misspent,
when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%).
meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come
to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of
I'll party on in acheron!
No one could dissuade me - I fell to my kness,
my conscience said "No" - my libido
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned,
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle
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,
swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell.