Gordon Lightfoot The Auctioneer Lyrics:
Hey y've all reg'stered, open the gate 'n let
'em out and walk 'em 'bout. Ere we come a
letter number twenty-nine, what're you gonna gimme
for 'er

Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, wanna five
wanna five wanna five, wudja biddle on a
twenty-five.

Gotta twenty-five dollar bidja-biddle on a five on
the five wouldja biddle on a thirty dollar five on
a five would ya biddle on a five wouldja biddle on
a thirty five.

Well there was a boy from Arkansas who wouldn't
listen to his Ma when she told him that he should
go to school. Well He'd stay away in the
afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon
you'd find him at the local auction barn. Well,
he'd stand and listen carefully until at last he
began to see how the auctioneer could talk so
rapidly, Well, he said "Oh my, it's do or
die, I've got to learn that auction cry, gonna
make my mark and be an auctioneer."

Twenty-five dollar bid'ja, now, thirty dollar,
thirty wudja make it thirty bidda onna thirty
dollar thirty dollar wouldja gimme thirty, wouldja
gimme thirty dollar bill? I gotta thirty dolla
bidja, now, five, wouldja beedle onna thirty five
biddle on a thirty five, thirty five? Who's gonna
bitta the thirty five dollar bill?
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Well the time went by and he did his best and all
could see he did not jest. He practiced calling
bids both night and day till his pappy found him
behind the barn just working up an awful storm as
he tried to imitate the auctioneer. And his pop
said "Son, we just can't stand to have a
mediocre man selling things at auction using our
good name. Gonna send you off to auction school
and then you'll be nobody's fool and you can take
your place among the best."

Thirty five dolla bidja now forty doller forty,
wouldja megga forty bidya on a forty doller forty
doller wouldja gimme forty, wouldja gimme forty
dollar bill? I gotta forty dollar bidya now, five,
wouldja biddle on a forty-five, bidgel on a
forty-five, forty-five. Who's gunna bidda the
forty-five dollar bill?

And from that boy that went to school there grew a
man who played it cool, he come back home a full
fledged auctioneer. And the people would come from
miles around just to hear him make that rhythmic
sound that filled their hearts with such a happy
cheer. And his fame spread out from shore to
shore, he'd all that he could do and more, he had
to buy a plane to get around. Well, now he's the
best in all the land, let's pause and give that
man a hand'cause he's the best of all the
auctioneers

Forty-five dollar bidja now, fifty dollar fifty
wouldja make it fifty biddle onna fifty dolla
fifty dolla. Wouldja gimme fifty, wouldja gimme
fifty dolla bill? I gotta fifty dolla bidja now,
five, wouldja biddle onna fifty-five, biddle onna
fifty-five, fifty-five. Who's gonna bitta the
fifty five dollar bill?

Well I sold that hoss for fifty dollar bill!
Lyrics: The Auctioneer, Gordon Lightfoot [end]