作词 : English, Skyclad
Hear my tale - 
I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. 
In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger called - a fetid bible black he laughed, said "Sonny I don't want your money, I don't need an overdraft. Boy you have a great potential, don't you let it go to waste. My offer ends - so it's essential that you hurry on (make haste!). For a life of milk and honey sign along the dotted line... Thirty years of girls and money - at the end your soul is mine!" 
No one can dissuade me - 
I'm donw on my knees, my conscience says "No" - my libido "Yes please!" 
If I put my pen to paper for eternity 
I'm damned. 
If I don't 
I'll never be the singer in a fiddel band. 
Can anyone blame me? - 
I don't think they'd dare, my soul says "No way" - 
But my mouth cries "Oh yeah!" 
Here I am - your good friend norman, not so humble anymore. 
Others age - but 
I look younger, stronger that 
I did before. 
I used to drive a 
Fiat Panda - now a lime green 
Cadillac. 
Guess my story goes to show not all the 'devils' own' dig black. 
I know there is a price 
I must pay for my thirty years misspent, when my satanic manager recoups my soul (100%). 
I'll meet him at the crossroads, midnight chimes - my time has come to party with the 'porno-queens' down by the shores of acheron. 
I'll party on in acheron! 
No one could dissuade me - 
I fell to my kness, my conscience said "No" - my libido "Yes please!" 
I have put my pen to paper and eternally am damned, 
I've squandered my immortal soul by singing in a fiddle band. 
Could anyone blame me? - 
I don't think they dare, my soul said "No way" - but my mouth cried "Oh yeah!" '
Evil I did dwell - 
Lewd did I live' - 
It's a small price to pay for the gift that he gives. 
Was it all worth it? - 
I'm too drunk to tell, 
I swap my cocaine for the brimstone of hell. 
The end.