Market Day

The twisted trees in the station yard
Sing the prices out when the wind blows hard
On market day, market daaay
You read it there in the trader's eyes
That there is something going wrong weatherwise
On market day, market daaay

Hello hello
Too high too high
I told you so
Goodbye goodbye

So they sell their novels and wedding rings
where the creaking sign of king eddie swings
On market day, market daaay, market daaay

And even Hilda the grocer's girl
Shifts uneasily as the dollars curl
On market day, market daaay

She's all venusian flytrap
But no flies on her on this or any other day
On market day, market daaay

Hello hello
Too high too high
I told you so
Goodbye goodbye

So they man the phones in their stripey shirts
While their bimbo girlfriends dish the dirt
On market day, market daaay

Hello hello
Too high too high
I told you so
Goodbye goodbye