Hear that song on the radio
The one stuck in your head
It’s designed to seize your mind
You’ll sing it till you’re dead
It isn’t by your favorite band
It’s by a girl you’ll never know
But the next time you go shopping
She will tell you where to go, ‘cause
She sells
Condos by the seashore
She sells
Machines to wax the kitchen floor
She sells
To get a slice of that big pie
But in the end she sells her soul
Because she knows that’s what they want to buy
She gave up chasing that hit single
Why should she work so hard
When she can write one catchy jingle
And buy a house with a back yard?
The suits fill up her fan club
The boardroom is her gig
Her music plays ten times a day
She must be really big!
She sells
Condos by the seashore
She sells
The item you been looking for
She sells
To get a slice of that big pie
But in the end she sells her soul
Because she knows that’s what they want to buy
Then she finds herself forgettin’
Why she started in the first place
Afternoons at the piano
Up on daddy’s knee
First a G, yeah, now an E
That’s the way, baby
Now it’s contracts
And royalties
And thirty second spots
Don’t make ‘em cry
Just make ‘em buy
And make ‘em buy a lot!
She sells
Condos by the seashore
She sells
Ointment for that open sore
She sells
To get a slice of that big pie
But she don’t wanna sell herself
And so it’s time to say goodbye
She sells
Mint-flavored air pollution
She sells
Advanced internet solutions
She sells
She sells
She sells
Goodbye!
Goodbye!
Version 2: (from Doug's site) Bricrui's version:
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See that person in that row
The one with hair that's red
He has a contract that's really bind
He wants to be at home instead
He was a kid just in the sand
And playin' with his toy boat
Making popcorn for the poppin'
And makin' your car wheels blow
She sells!
He makes sure that he is a bore
A bore!
She sells!
He makes sure that you close all the doors
The doors!
She sells!
He splats you in the face with a big pie
A pie!
But all the time, he's in the know
Making sure that you do say goodbye
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He listens to the same jingle
And eating can of lard, and more lard
Making sure that you stay single
But buying you a really, really nice card
He goes down to his local pub
And eat up like a pig
Then he leaves without any pay
Being really big!
She sells!
He makes sure that he is a bore
A bore!
She sells!
He makes sure that you close all the doors
The doors!
She sells!
He splats you in the face with a big pie
A pie!
But all the time, he's in the know
Making sure that you do say goodbye
Deedle deedle
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Then he finds himself all bitten
By millions of bees at a fast pace
Running as fast a doe
Hoping to flee
Golly gee, my oh me
He can't even see
Needing contacts
Made from trees
And a dog named Spot
He always cries
But still buys
But still buys what he sought
She sells!
He makes sure that he is a bore
A bore!
She sells!
He believes every piece of rotten lore
Oh yeah
She sells!
He splats you in the face with a big pie
But he don't want to lose his health
And this time, he's gonna say goodbye!
Breathin' in all that great pollution
Drinkin' that really dirty solution
A bore!
Oh yeah!
A pie!
Oh yeah!
Goodbye!
Goodbye!