Lyrics Business Man - Mother Mother

Business Man

They, they sleep in a coma, yeah yeah yeah
They, they speak in a code
I don’t under-under-under-understand
They shake with a limp hand, ooo oo oo
They (they) they don’t shake like a rock band
Talkin' ‘bout the business man
Devil in a Sunday hat
Kind of old and kind of fat
Talking ‘bout the business man
They (they) they be sleepin' in a coma (deep).
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
They (they) they be speakin' in a code
I don’t under-under-under-understand
They spit on the poor man
They don’t spit like a punk band
Talking ‘bout the business man
Devil with a Sunday plan
Buddy with a stupid laugh
Talking ‘bout the business man
Pretty little baby
Pretty little monster
Went to the good school left with honours
Brand new tycoon
Sittin with a harpoon
Something of lampoon
Out of a cartoon of a baboon
With a bond, a stock, a share, in the moon
Talking ‘bout the business man
Devil with an evil plan
Buddy in the stupid pants
Kind of old and kind of fat
Talking ‘bout the business man, the business man