Mr Blue

Good morning, Mister Blue

We've got our eyes on you

The evidence is clear, that you've been scheming

You like to steal away

And while away the day

You’d like to spend an hour dreaming

What will it take, to whip you into line

A broken heart

A broken head

It can be arranged

It can be arranged

Step softly, Mister Blue

We know what's best for you

We know where your precious dreams will take you

You've got a slot to fill

And fill that slot you will

You'll learn to love it, or we'll break you

What will it take, to whip you into line

A broken heart

A broken head

It can be arranged

It can be arranged

Be careful, Mister Blue

This phase you're going through

Can lead you nowhere else but to disaster

Excuse us while we grin

You've worn our patience thin

It's time to show you who's your master

Don't worry, Mister Blue

We'll take good care of you

Just think of it as sense and not surrender

But never think again

That you can think again

Or you'll get something you'll remember

What will it take, to whip you into line

A broken heart

A broken head

It can be arranged

It can be arranged