Song:
MR. BUSINESSMAN
Writer:
Ray Stevens
Released
1974
LYRICS:
MR. BUSINESSMAN
(Ray Stevens)

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 got air conditioned
Surmises and dark, disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
And while your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are excepting
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 they 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?
And did you smell the fragrance of those roses in your garden?
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul and brighten up your day?
Do you qualify to be alive or is the limit of your senses
So as only to survive?

Spending counterfeit, incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing values on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
Well, 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 anesthetic crotches
Brought 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 everywhere
No one will really care no one more lonely than
This rich important man
Let's have your autograph
And else your epitaph

You better take care..................if you can