Now, I've been travelin' long and hard And all over this big land And I've got somethin' here in my bag For every woman and man And nowhere is too far 'cause I cover a pretty wide base From way down south to way up north I'll shake hands with any friendly face
Chorus: Salesman, salesman Why don't you sell me somethin' Salesman, salesman Why don't you sell me somethin'
Now I've got a box in my hand And I'm gonna travel that land I'm a salesman for hire And I never get tired So just plug it in and it'll work Don't worry about it breakin' It's factory made and guaranteed And we're not fakin'
Now, I keep bangin' on my case And smilin' broad and make the deal But sometimes my feet begin to shake Like I'm slippin' on a banana peel Stan slips about
And I've been everywhere around this world I fly on the edge of the ball I keep the numbers all up here I just read the map and steer, that's all
Now I'll never give up this way of life This life has called me to I've gotta get to new orleans by noon If I can only find my shoe 'cause I'm a salesman! pleased to meetcha!
And I've seen the dirt and dust Of a hundred towns like this I just work my way on through Sometimes it's just hit and miss And I got a little something here in my bag To help me burn the leaves But I gotta watch it close this time I know, because nothin' comes for free No, nothin' comes for free
I know a little girl in idaho I guess I'll look her up now in a week or so She was always good for a drink and a laugh And what the traffic would allow
Everybody wants a real deal, everybody wants a real deal Everybody wants a real deal, everybody wants a real deal