Cliff Richard - Mr. Businessman Lyrics
Itemise the things youCovet as you squanderThrough your life.Bigger cars, biggerHouses, term insuranceFor your wife.Tuesday evenings with your harlot,And on wednesdays it'sYour sharlatan analyst,He's high upon your list.You got air conditionedSurmises and dark, disturbing doubtsAbout religion.And you keep those cardsAnd letters going out.And while yourSecretary's tempting youYour morals are exeptingYou from guilt and shame,Heaven knowsYou're not to blame!You better take care ofBusiness, mr. businessman,What's your plan?Get down to business,Mr. businessman, if you canBefore it's too late,And they throw your life away.Did you see your childrenGrowing up today,And did you hear theMusic of their laughterAs they set about to play?And did you smell theFragrance of those rosesIn your garden?Did the morning sunlightWarm your soul andBrighten up your day?Do you qualify to beAlive or is the limitOf your sensesSo as only to survive?Spending counterfeitIncentive, wastingPrecious time and health.Placing values on theWorthless, disregardingPriceless wealth.Well, you can wheel andDeal the best of themAnd steal it from the rest of them.You know the score,Their ethics are a bore.86 proof anesthetic crotchesBrought you to the topWhere the smiles are all syntheticAnd the ulcers never stopWhen they take that final inventoryYours will be the sameSad story everywhere -Noone will really care. noone more lonely thanThis rich important man.Let's have your autographAnd else your epitaph!You better take care...................if you can!
