Mr. Businessman

Itemize the things you covet as you squander through your life

Bigger cars, bigger houses, term insurance for your wife

Tuesday evenings with your harlot and

On Wednesdays it's your charlatan

Analyst, he's high upon your list

You've got air-conditioned sinuses and dark, disturbing doubts

About religion, and you keep those cards and letters going out

While your secretary's tempting you,

Your morals are exempting you

From guilt and shame, heaven knows you're not to blame

You better

Take care of business, Mr. Businessman

What's your plan?

Get down to business, Mr. Businessman

If you can

Before it's too late and you throw your life away

Did you see your children growing up today

And did you hear the music of their laughter as they set about to play?

Did you catch the fragrance of those roses in your garden?

Did the morning sunlight warm your soul, brighten up your day?

Do you qualify to be alive

Or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive?

Hey yeah

Spending counterfeit incentive, wasting precious time and health

Placing value on the worthless, disregarding priceless wealth

You can wheel and deal the best of them

And steal it from the rest of them

You know the score, their ethics are a bore

86 proof anæsthetic crutches prop you to the top

Where the smiles are all synthetic and the ulcers never stop

When they take that final inventory,

Yours will be the same sad story

Ev'rywhere, no one will really care

No one more lonely than this rich, important man

Let's have your autograph, endorse your epitaph

You better

Take care of business, Mr. Businessman

What's your plan?

Get down to business, Mr. Businessman

If you can

Hey yeah

Hey hey hey yeah yeah

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