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
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 novellist, and I've gone right down hill now haven't I