Itemise 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 Sinuses 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 exepting 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 crutches 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 - Noone will really care. Noone more lonely than This rich important man. Let's have your autograph ENDORSE your epitaph!
You better take care... ................if you can!