| Good morning Mister Blue, we’ve got our eyes on you. |
| The evidence is clear, that you’ve been scheming. |
| You like to steal away and while away the day. |
| You like to spend an hour dreaming. |
| What will it take, to whip you into line? |
| A broken heart? A broken head? |
| It can be arranged. It can be arranged. |
| Step softly Mister Blue, we know what’s best for you. |
| We know where your precious dreams will take you. |
| You’ve got a slot to fill, and fill that slot you will. |
| You’ll learn to love it, or we’ll break you. |
| Oh, what will it take, to whip you into line? |
| A broken heart? A broken head? |
| It can be arranged. It can be arranged. |
| Be careful Mister Blue this phase you’re going through, |
| Can lead you nowhere else, but to disaster. |
| Excuse us while we grin, you’ve worn our patience thin. |
| It’s time to show you who is your master. |
| What will it take, to whip you into line? |
| A broken heart? A broken head? |
| It can be arranged. It can be arranged. |
| Don’t worry Mister Blue, we’ll take good care of you. |
| Just think of it as sense and not surrender. |
| But never think again, that you can think again, |
| Or you’ll get something you’ll remember. |
| What will it take to whip you into line? |
| A broken heart? A broken head? |
| It can be arranged. It can be arranged. |