There is No-One With Endurance Like
the Man Who Sells Insurance
 There is No-One With Endurance Like
the Man Who Sells Insurance , by
Frank Crumit, was released on Decca Records in 1935 and and is still copyrighted. Thus, we can only provide excerpts.
I used to be as happy as a squirrel in a tree;
Till a man who sold insurance made a nervous wreck of me,
He followed me persistently, and if I’m put away,
The “Bird” who sold insurance made me what I am today.
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Oh, there’s no-one with endurance like the man who sells insurance
He gets his man in the end.
Before he’s thru he’ll say to you, “Are you prepared to die?”
And if you say that you are not, he’ll calmly ask you why;
You will find him almost heartless in accomplishing his ends,
For as soon as he gets you or me, he holds up all your friends.
Oh, there’s no-one with endurance like the man who sells insurance;
He gets his man in the end.
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