Commercial Traveller Songtext / Lyric

I'm travelling in pots and pans.

Call me sailor, a soldier, a tinker man.

But don't ever call me a gypsy...

I've made the down-payment on my caravan.

Now, you're looking at a commercial traveller.

Commercial traveller.

Now, maybe you think that I haven't a fiver

to put to my name.

Well, it's all the same to me 'cause I'm rolling--

filthy rich.



I'll visit you when your old man's away.

I'll give you a good price on the time of day.

And never say no to a gypsy.

i can do you a turn on the front room floor.

Madam, you're looking at a commercial traveller.

Commercial traveller.

Now, maybe you think that I haven't a fiver

to put to my name.

It's all the same to me 'cause I'm rolling.






I live under a flyover out in the green.

The camp is an eyesore like you've never seen.

And the council came round to move me away.

But I was moving anyway.

I'm a commerical traveller.

Commercial traveller.

Now, maybe you think that I haven't a fiver

to put to my name...



I'm travelling in pots and pans.

Call me sailor, a soldier, a tinker man.

But don't ever call me a gypsy...

I've made the down-payment on my caravan.

Now, you're looking at a commercial traveller.

Commercial traveller.

Now, maybe you think that I haven't a right

to be a traveller.

Commercial traveller.

Now, maybe you think that I haven't a fiver

to put to my name.

Well, it's all the same to me 'cause I'm rolling--

filthy rich.