Lyrics:

You call him Mr. Salesman,

So who he really is.
They call him Mr. Salesman,
How cute and cool,
We call him Mr. Salesman,
What a gentle guy!
I call him Mr. Salesman, nice to see you again.

He finds himself any gadget
Every day, every night he got an idea why I fawn

Mr. salesman why I love him so.

He buys himself any gadget,
But he has every way
He hit my cheeks to guess
Love him to pieces,
Just like in his heart,
And the time must be smilin', just inside this future world.

(I'm tired of picking up your tabs at the bunny club)

You call him Mr. Salesman,
So tell me Who he really is
They call him Mr. Salesman,
How fun and hip,
We call him Mr. Salesman,
What a pushy guy!
I call him Mr. Salesman,
Pleased to meet you again!

It's not a basic material
Everytime anywhere he says what I wanna get and while he can fawn me.
Mr. salesman, love him so!

(Yes, what is it llamar Jean?)

It's not a basic material,
Ooo la la, Finally,

I found it in my hands.
Love him to pieces just like in his heart, and the time must be smilin', especially in this future world!

(Baba baba baba... etc)

(I can't believe it!)

You call him Mr. Salesman,
So who he really is.
They call him Mr. Salesman,

How cute and cool,
We call him Mr. Salesman,
What a gentle guy!
I call him Mr. Salesman,
Nice to see you again.

(That's a good idea.)

(One million dollars.)

(Yes.)

(very good!)