Driving Up
Driving Up

Heading for the doors he was drenched in cologne-oh-oogne
Selling lots of nice aloe oh-oh
Some red lip stick and bright blue eye shadow blush is rose, he said
Then a loud knock he always made-ade-ade
Some nights he’d have no voice from speaking all day-ay-ay
Next day he’d replay cause it’s how he pays his ride

The Avon-Man, yes he is a guy
He sounds like he’s a genius
But he looks like Betty White
The Avon Man always looking fine
His purse, can you please hold it
So he can grab a nail file
He told her
Red may make you bolder
Pink makes you look older
Just try something in between

He knows what women want so he sells to you –ooh-ooh
Gay? Got girls galore so that ain’t true! Ooh ooh
He walks so swishy that’s cause he wears high heel shoes
Unlock your front door cause he will not bite-ite-ite
He’ll make you glitter he’ll make you look just right ight ight
That David Bowie, he’s not afraid of the spot light

The Avon Man walking up the drive
It’s clear he always blushes
and he spends time on his eyes
The Avon Man, dressing to the nines
If you want it, he’s sold it
and he’ll apply it to your style
He told her:
Red makes your eyes smolder
Blue makes you look colder
Just use Black liner; you’ll be fine

Avon Man, coming in at nine
He’ll help you beat your wrinkles
and he’ll never steal a dime
The Avon Man-corsets on his mind
His breath, he sure can hold it
If he knows it’ll make you smile
He told her:
Gold may be too pricey
Bronze is just too sloopy
So go for silver ev’ry time

(As Avon Salesman David Bowie applies his make-up techniques to his customers, he la’s out the rest of the song)
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