Black Market

歌詞

Black Market Sneak around the corner Budapester Strasse Black Market Peek around the corner "La Police qui passe" Come! I'll show you things you cannot get elsewhere Come! Make with the offers and you'll get your share. Black Market Powdered milk for bikes Souls for Lucky Strikes Got some broken down ideals? Like wedding rings? Spoken: Sh! Tiptoe. Trade your things. Chorus: I'll trade you for your candy Some georgeous merchandise My camera. It's a dandy Six by nine - just your size You want my porcellain figure? A watch? A submarine? A Rembrandt? Salami? Black lingerie from Wien? I'll sell my goods Behind the screen. No ceiling, no feeling. A very smooth routine You buy my goods, and boy my goods are keen. Black Market Coocoo clocks and treasures Thousand little pleasures Black Market Laces for the missis, chewing gum for kisses. Come! And see my big binoculars this week. Price? Only six cartons one puff a peek. Black Market Milk and microscope for liverwurst and soap. Browse around I've got so many toys. Spoken: Don't be bashful Step up, boys. Chorus: You like my first edition? It's yours, that's how I am. A simple definition You take art, I take spam. To you for your "K" ration: my passion and maybe An inkling, a twinkling or real sympathy I'm selling out - take all I've got! Ambitions! Convictions! The works! Why not? Enjoy my goods, for boy my goods Are hot!