Lyrics Sell, Sell, Sell - Barenaked Ladies
The
credits
roll,
the
camera
pans
And
in
the
mist
our
hero
stands
He
starts
to
speak,
then
folds
his
hands
in
prayer
An
awkward
pause,
then
"What′s
my
line?"
There's
nothing
left
to
say
this
time
And
what
would
you
say
to
a
bad
guy
who′s
not
there?
In
terms
of
Roman
numerals,
He's
IV
league
with
Roman
Polanski
He'd
win
an
Oscar
every
time
if
he
was
only
given
the
chance
He
started
on
the
Broadway
stage
A
product
of
another
age
An
offer
and
a
pilot
drew
him
west
The
series
bombed,
commercials
came
And
though
nobody
knew
his
name
They
all
recognized
the
potential
he
possessed
Deodorants
and
dental
floss
And
how
much
does
that
new
car
cost
His
acting
most
methodical
in
You
Don′t
Need
a
Medical
He′s
branded
like
a
racing
car,
He's
like
a
movie
star
without
movies.
The
week
of
Independence
Day
The
casting
agent
called
to
say
Your
smile
could
save
our
movie
and
the
world
Buy
buy
buy
buy
Sell
sell
sell
How
well
you
learn
To
not
discern
Who′s
foe,
and
who
is
friend
We'll
own
them
all
in
the
end
It
goes
like
this,
we
have
no
choice
The
minarets,
the
wailing
voice
And
vaguely
Celtic
music
fills
the
air
We
choose
a
foreigner
to
hate
The
new
Iraq
gets
more
irate
We
really
know
nothing
about
them,
and
no
one
cares
Aladdin
and
the
forty
thieves
Enhanced
by
brand
new
special
effects
Saddam
and
his
cow
disease
spiced
up
With
some
gratuitous
sex
A
movie′s
made,
a
war
is
won
A
low-speed
chase,
a
smoking
gun
Distracts
us
while
the
actor
takes
the
stand
Buy
buy
buy
buy
Sell
sell
sell
How
well
you
learn
To
not
discern
Who's
foe
and
who
is
friend
We′ll
own
them
all
in
the
end
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