Commercial Traveller Songtext
von Jethro Tull

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.