Lyrics 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

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