Mr. Businessman

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?