Black Market

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!