Lyrics:

Itemize 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've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you
Your morals are exempting you from guilt and shame
And 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 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 feel the fragrance of those roses in your garden
Did the morning sunlight warm your soul
Brighten up your day?
Do you qualify to be alive
Or is the limit of your senses so as only to survive?
Yeah yeah

Spending counterfeit incentive
Wasting precious time and health
Placing value on the worthless
Disregarding priceless wealth
You can wheel and deal the best of them
Steal it from the rest of them
You know the score, their ethics are a bore

Eighty-six proofed anesthetic crutches
Prop you to the top
Where the smiles are all synthetic
And the ulcers never stop
When they reach that final inventory
Yours will be the same sad story everywhere
No one will really care, no one more lonely than
This rich important man, let's have your autograph
Endorse your epitaph

And you better - take care of business, Mr. Businessman
What's your plan?
Get down to business, Mr. Businessman, if you can
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah