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 doubt 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 ansthetic 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 (repeat and fade out)
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You've got air-conditioned sinuses and dark, disturbing doubt 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 ansthetic 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 (repeat and fade out)
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