Colin
Buchanan, if you had to let this guy sell your whole life,
what would you charge?
Um, I've got a song.
Shane
Butcher's on the market,
his life is on the block,
he's cashing in the whole shebang,
he's auctioning the lot,
his assets have been itemised,
he's set to hit the trail,
he's listed it on eBay,
he thinks his life's for sale,
but it's just stuff, stuff, stuff.
Your turn.
Stuff!
That's it.
Shane
Butcher's life is not for sale.
He's just selling stuff.
Stuff!
Nice.
Rolf
Harris, ladies and gentlemen.
That'd be very weird if
he hadn't heard the earlier song.
Well, he might be a millionaire with
money and the power.
He's selling up his waterfronts,
Ferrari and
Chihuahua.
He's realized fulfillment is
something you can't trade.
if you can't buy
Shane
Butcher's life, no matter what you pay,
he's just got stuff.
Stuff.
Stuff.
Stuff.
Shane
Butcher's life is not for sale,
he's just selling stuff.
He's got all the trappings of success,
but none of that has brought him happiness.
He'll always be
Shane
Butcher, and he'll have
Shane
Butcher's life, even when the auctions
And he's finally waved
goodbye to all his stuff
Stuff!
Stuff!
Stuff!
Just the other day
Shane
Butcher couldn't get
enough of that stuff
Stuff!
Stuff!
Stuff!
Shane
Butcher's life is not for sale,
he's just sellin' stuff