Lyrics:

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.