Verse 12/8 // Am E7 / C Adim /

/ F E / Am E7 //

(*) // A D / A D / A D / E E7 //

Junior Jobstart jumps the mail by my door,

There's mountains to hurdle and he's bringing more.

'Buy your gas from electric,' he smiles and I'm fazed,

'Or was it vice-versa?' he stutters, he's glazed.

I run to the town to escape from the deal.

He'd carried a card to convince us he's real.

(*)

Within there's a vessel - it's priceless and free.

Being near it is scary - I was tempted to flee.

Heading into the market there's a hand on my back,

I turn and then sigh - Mr. Sales-Attack.

He propels me up steps, along aisles and gangways.

There's acres of screens, many shelves and displays.

But when we look down it's a dangerous height.

We can descend safely but it takes all our might.

rpt (*)

Like my neighbours and friends I fought shy of the void.

I woke up to Wogan and went cooking with Floyd.

Mr. Sales-Attack is now disconcerted,

'cause I'm going home and his plans are inverted.

I'll recycle junk mail and enter a trance,

Put my wallet to bed, I will sing, I may dance.

(*)

Within there's a vessel - it's priceless and free.

Being near it is scary - I was tempted to flee,

Into gizmos and glitter, far away from my task.

But it's where I belong - the alchemical flask.

Junior Jobstart jumps the mail by my door,

There's mountains to hurdle and he's bringing more.