Car Sales Blues

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(Stephen H. Moore)

Copyright 1990 by Stephen H. Moore / SHMOORESONGS

For Willie

You can run
But you cannot hide
Don't hide behind that Camry
And watch that filth
Coming out of your mouth
It’s getting mighty slandry

Lay on down
Don’t ask me why
You know, it’s like they say:
"No more Mr. Nice Guy"
I’m going to sell you a car

Say your momma done warned you
About "our kind"
She said: "Honey, use discretion."
We’re just trying to be friendly
Maybe sell us some cars
I don't call that aggression

Lay on down
Don’t ask me why
You know, it’s like they say:
"No more Mr. Nice Guy"
I’m going to sell you a car

We give free rides
And color brochures
Now tell me,
Where’s the harm in that?
And if you’re real nice
We’ll take you
‘Round back
And give you
A colorful hat

Lay on down
Don’t ask me why
You know, it’s like they say:
"No more Mr. Nice Guy"
I’m going to sell you a car

Spent twelve long hours
On this asphalt lot
Got holes in BOTH my shoes
Had nothing but "bogues,"
Ain’t moved a thing all day
Couple of "cuties," too

Lay on down
Don’t ask me why
You know, it’s like they say:
"No more Mr. Nice Guy"
I’m going to sell you a car