[verse 1] Not everyone can do it, it's also a horror To look into the cold eyes of customers You can tell immediately from the look and the tone There's no human standing here, it's a clone staring
[verse 2] The salesperson is a psychology genius Smiles friendly, confidently relaxed The clone doesn't like that at all He comes to get on your nerves
[verse 3] The salesperson knows the type It's not rare The clone feels the quicksand Asks questions about nothing
[chorus] The listener wonders How will this end? A dog breaks free Bites the clone in the loins
The clone falls over Stupidly stumbles and screams: The dog, the dog! The dog? Looks very clever.