Marketland Lemon Demon
What a doozy walking Ďround
With all these putrid people everywhere.
ďYouíve gotta [F]buy this!Ē
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
[Am]Holding up a rotten pear.
But I hold [E]on [Am] [F]to my dollar,
[C]Looking all a - [E]round [Am]me.
[F]In this place, I [C]hide my face,
But [G]dirty people hound me. [Am]
I could use a bite to eat,
But I donít want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
No, not a [F]blanket!
Yes, itís lovely but Iím hungry,
And thatís r[Am]eally not my favorite dish.
So I hold o[E]n [Am] [F]to my moolah,
[C]My mazuma, [E]mon - [Am]ey.
[F]Thereís no trash thatís w[C]orth my cash,
It a[G]ll just smells too funny.
[C] [F] In [B7]Market - [E]land,
You can b[C]uy whatís in de - [F]mand.
[B7]Fifteen y[E]ears ago, wo[C]w. [F]
In Ma[B7]rket - [E]land,
All the w[C]orldís in your h[F]and.
[B7]Iíd go w[E]ash it off [Am]now.