Souls for Sale

Souls for sale, souls for sale.
Fine souls, fine souls for sale,
Wouldn’t you buy any?
Souls for sale.

Come sell your soul to me
I’ll give you a job and security.
I’ll give you a job and with pay
But you’ll have to come here everyday.
But I’ll give you one day in seven
When you can look up and pray to Heaven.
But it wouldn’t do you any good you see
Because I’ll have your soul with me.
Don’t worry about your future life
Heaven and hell are right here and now.
Don’t worry about the toil and strife
I’ll give you a Heaven called the Pension Plan.
Come, sir, can’t you see
How good it will be
If you sell your soul to me.

Souls for sale, souls for sale.
Fine souls, wouldn’t you buy any?

Vancouver, B.C. — November, 1959

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