Not Now James, We're Busy
by Pop Will Eat Itself
from This Is The Day, This Is The Hour, This Is This! (1989)
Augusta, Georgia, late September
One Mr. Brown's hot tempered
This man's possessed, he's restless
He's armed and dangerous, drugged and reckless
Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely son
But he's on the run on a shotgun mission
"Listen here c*cksuckers, motherf*ckers, pay respect to my building.
It's JB property and it could be the one you get killed in."
Cops arrive, "What's this, what's happening,
What's what, where's the hot shot?"
James pushed his luck too far this time
His pick-up truck's flat out and flying
"I wanna get into it man, y'know?"
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, not now James "Waaaahhh!"
Not now James, we're busy
Not, not, not now James
Not now James, we're busy
Cops get excited and grin with glee;
They got themselves a celebrity!
Seven cars give chase
"You're in the clear...this is the race of the year!"
Faster Soul Master, they're coming at you from all directions
Speed's your protection...don't look behind ya 'til south Carolina
Cops spring a roadblock "He ain't gonna stop!"
"He's gonna take a pop!"
"Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do ma thing!"
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, we're busy
We're busy
Not now, James
Someone opens fire, the trucks front tires are blown out
"Get the hell out!"...
A six mile skid, trapped in a ditch,
In the lap of the FBI, the Secret Service, the Russians
"They're all in this, they're doing it to James
Like they did it to Elvis"
"I wanna get into it man, y'know?"
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James, not now James "Let's deal with your mind"
We're busy "Hold it now"
Not now James, we're busy "Hold it now"
A "good-foot" dance in a dusted trance...
Breath tested "No Chance!" Arrested!
"We're gonna do a song..."
Not now James, we're busy
Not now James "Waaaahhh!"
Not, not, not now James, we're busy "Hold it now"
Not, not, not now James
We're busy "Hold it now"
added February 2000 (source)
