Business

Business

Who's business is it

if my business ever gets to be talked about?

Laying low, 'bout the means to the end

Lately lazy keeps the bees a hummin'

Busy never get no peace of mind

for my hard earned dime

Honey

Some Honey I turned out to be

I never taste the right sort of sweet

I gave you sticky toes

Spat me out on the floor

Mop me right and Lefty's had a time

And no one said a goddamn thing about kisses

Well look out now

Looks like you're outta bubble gum

And I'm wagging that bullseye 'round

And runnin' that tongue

And you're sick of no one telling me the time

Some honey I turned out to be

I never taste the right sort of sweet

The right sort of sweet

Bitchin'

A bitchin' set of speakers in the right ride

Is the kind of sweet that I'm talkin' 'bout

But if you can't keep it on the road

Can you still rock & roll

you get all"mind the 'sheims 'fore you get in the car"

Mind the 'sheims 'fore you get in the car's called bitchin

Well look out now

Looks like you're outta bubble gum

And I'm wagging that bullseye 'round

And runnin' that tongue

And you're sick of no one telling me the time

Some honey I turned out to be

I never taste the right sort of sweet

The right sort of sweet