Lyrics
Baby gather up your odds and ends
This is where our money troubles end
Pack 'em in the back of your GM van
We're going to market get what we can
We all have sweaty collars and tired feet
Here where obsolescence is obsolete
Got a table near the entrance and we got it made
Maybe next week we can park in the shade
Check out the golden oldie
Selling items that are slightly moldy
He's quite a sight to behold, he's
Got a tatto on his chest
Says "I got mine, now I want the rest."
Flea Market, Flea Market
Everyone's a pioneer
Flea Market, Flea Market
All roads lead from here
Got a dollar that I'm willing to spend
Don't have to be a milionaire
At the
Flea Market, Flea Market
Where everything for sale is a spare
It's a neo-surrealist multimedia collage
That says
It's everybody's birthright to own a garage
Everybody's selling and there's always a pitch
It's a turkish bazaar done in American Kitsch
I got
Half the innards of an old computer
A slightly melted salad shooter
Every record ever made by K-Tel
Velvet paintings of dogs playing cards
You can tell who's winning if you look real hard
Flea Market, Flea Market
You must wear clothes that clash
Flea Market, Flea Market
Promise anything but only take cash
Look a customer right in the eye
Never show a hint of fear
At the Flea Market, Flea Market
All things new and beautiful
Will someday end up here
From Seattle to Key West
Recession suits us best
When the money's tight and you start to fight
And your checkbook needs a rest
Though your needs are many you can never strain us
We've an endless supply of the miscellaneous
Flea Market, Flea Market
Our motives all are pure
Flea Market, Flea Market
Everyone's an entrepreneur
Flea Market, Flea Market
For profit or for fun
Flea Market, Flea Market
Nothing new, under the sun
Look a customer right in the eye
Never show a hint of fear
At the Flea Market, Flea Market
All things new and beautiful
Will someday end up here
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