Not Now James, We're Busy... Lyrics

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