Not Now James, We're Busy... Lyrics - This Is The Day...this Is The Hour... This Is This - Pop Will Eat Itself

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 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? 

Jame's pushed his luck too far this time 

He's pick-up truck's flat out and flyin' 

I wanna get into it man you know 

Not now James, we're busy 

Not now James 

Not now James 

Not now James 

We're busy, all the time 

Not, not, not now James 

Not, not now James, we're busy 

Cops get excited and grin with glee they got themselves a celebrity 

7 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 

Tell them all to get up and do my 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 tyres are blown out, get the hell out 

As 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 want to get into it man you know 

Not now James we're busy 

Not now James 

Not now James 

Here's to you man 

Too busy 

Not now James, we're busy 

A good foot dance in a dusted trance 

Breath tested, no chance, arrested 

Ooh we're gonna do a song 

Not now James we're busy 

Not now James 

Not, not, not now James, we're busy 

Hold it now 

Not, not now James, we're busy 

Hold it now