Itemize the things you covet as you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses, term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evening with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan analyst
He's high up on your list
You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubt about religion
And you keep those cards and letter 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. Businеssman
What's your plan man
Get down to business Mr. Businessman
If you can
Bеfore 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?
And brighten up your day
Do you qualify to be alive?
Or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive?
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