Lyrics Black Market - Tim Fischer

Black Market
Sneak around the corner
Budapester Strasse!
Black Market
Sneak around the corner
Budapester Strasse!

Come!
I'll show you things you cannot get elsewhere
Come!
Make with the offers and you'll get your share

Black Market
Laces for the missis
Chewing gum for kisses
Got some broken down ideals
Like wedding rings?
Pshh! Tiptoe!
Trade your things

I'll trade you for your candy
Some gorgeous 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!

You like my first edition?
It's yours - that's how I am
A simple definition
You take art - I take spam
I give you for your ration
My passion
And maybe an inkling
A twinkling
Or a real sympathy
I'm selling out
Take all I've got
Ambitions
Convictions
The works
Why not?
Enjoy these goods
For boy, these goods
Are hot