Not Now James, We're Busy

Augusta, Georgia, late September
 One Mr. Brown's hot tempered
 This man's possessed, he's restless
 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 cocksuckers, motherfuckers, 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
 Not now James we're busy
 Not now James
 Not now James
 Non now Jams
 We're busy
 Not
 Not
 Not now James
 Not
 Not now James
 We're busy
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 Cops get excited and grin with glee
 They got themsevles 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 you 'til south Carolina"
 Cops spring a roadblock "He ain't gonna stop!"
 "He's gonna take a pop!"
 "Let me get up and do my thing"
 Not now James
 We're busy
 Not now James
 We're busy
 
 Not now James
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 We're busy
 Not now James
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 Someone opens fire, the trucks front tyres 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 do it to James
 Like they did it to Elvis"
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 "I wanna get in to it man you know"
 Not now James
 Not now James
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 We're busy
 Not now James
 We're busy
 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
 Not, not not now James
 We're busy
 Not now James
 We're busy
 We're busy