Yell of the Ringman

Welcome dear bidders
Begin
Only the richest
Will win
No thought for morals
Or sin
Nothing is sacred
Within

Going going
Gone
Going going
Gone

Nothing is sacred
In here
Turn your attention
To fear
The fall of the gavel
Is near
The yell of the ringman
Is clear

Going going
Gone
Going going
Gone

Going in from the cold
How bad can it be if it’s free?
Giving away all your cares and desires
Don't look at me
You are the product you see

Going going
Gone
Going going
Gone