Driving Home On A Cloud

I'm known as the Wheeler and Dealer, in my head there exists a smart feeler and I push down the price as they try to be nice to this little old bumbling healer. Thus I play the wit-matching game and I never will sign my own name 'til the price has been crushed and the salesman sits hushed as his profit ain't matching his aim. But I figure they would not agree to a deal with a wheeler like me if deep inside their sleeve did not live a reprieve that will always safeguard their best fee. In the end we can all be quite proud, shaking hands, talking somewhat too loud when musical roar leaves the showroom floor I am driving straight home on a cloud.