Lyrics Mother Mother

Mother Mother

Business Man

They, they sleep in a coma, yeah yeah yeah

They, they speak in a code

I don’t under-under-under-understand

They shake with a limp hand, ooo oo oo

They (they) they don’t shake like a rock band

Talkin’ ‘bout the business man

Devil in a Sunday hat

Kind of old and kind of fat

Talking ‘bout the business man

They (they) they be sleepin’ in a coma (deep).

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

They (they) they be speakin’ in a code

I don’t under-under-under-understand

They spit on the poor man

They don’t spit like a punk band

Talking ‘bout the business man

Devil with a Sunday plan

Buddy with a stupid laugh

Talking ‘bout the business man

Pretty little baby

Pretty little monster

Went to the good school left with honours

Brand new tycoon

Sittin with a harpoon

Something of lampoon

Out of a cartoon of a baboon

With a bond, a stock, a share, in the moon

Talking ‘bout the business man

Devil with an evil plan

Buddy in the stupid pants

Kind of old and kind of fat

Talking ‘bout the business man, the business man