HEY MR SALESMAN

Hey Mr Salesman stop calling me on the phone
I know when you're calling and I'll never be at home
You never leave a message so just leave me alone

If I really wanted what you have to sell
I'd already own it and I wouldn't need your call
You're on my no call list but you dial most everyday
Hey Mr Salesman, please just go away

Hey Mr Salesman stop stuffing my mailbox
With junk that I don't want or need to buy at twice the cost
We need a new recycling plant for all your junk I gotta toss

I've tried to send it all right back to you
In your envelopes already postage paid
I was hoping someday you might get a clue
Stop sending all your junk mail my way
Mr Salesman, please just go away

Hey Mr Salesman get off of my TV
Stop pushing pharmaceuticals psychologically
You'll never win me over with your marketing strategy

If I really wanted all of those side effects
I'd just play with mercury and lead
All the advertisements for your drugs well they all say
Eventually I'll wind up dead

Hey Mr Salesman stop spamming my email
With offers of some millions from some neice whose dad's in jail
Stop sending links to porn sites I plead to no avail

I've worn out my delete key in six months
From all the junk you kept on sending me
Now I've got my email filters set so high
I can't get messages from my family

Hey Mr Salesman stop being such a bore
I'll tune you out and turn you off, quite frankly I'll ignore
All your advertising doesn't phase me anymore
Hey Mr Salesman I don't know what you're living for
Hey Mr Salesman I don't need you anymore
I'll chew you up and spit you out and I'll throw you out the door

Written by Michael Frazier © October 24, 2007

Michael Frazier Acoustic Guitar Harmonica & Vocal

Recorded Live in concert on the Oregon Coast at one of several venues. Produced by Michael Frazier for Root Cellar Productions © 2008