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You wake up in the mornin'time is nearly eight -
You've overslept this mornin'never been so late
You stagger to the kitchen down the halloh yeh.
You're drinkin' down your coffeestarin' at the time
You've burnt your toastthe jam's gone and now it's almost
You grab your hat and briefcase in the halloh yeh.
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman -
The world is your playin' ground from Rome to Hongkong
Back to London then Saigon;
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman -
You move like a hurricaneyou look like a movie star
And you are the tops.
You're sittin' on the wrong trainoutta breath and down.
One shoe is black in colorother one is brown
Your tie is crookedhair is outta place and how
You finally reach your officestandin' at the door -
But what you see is crazyreally makes you sore
The porter says: it's sundaymy old friendoh no.
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman - . . .
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman - You move like a hurrican(
Don't worry Mr. Busythis is not your day -
Not everyone is perfectnothin' more to say.
It's nice to know you're human after alloh yeh.
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman - . . .
Heyheyhello Mr. Businessman - . . .
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