Mr. Briefcase

Businessman, green sedan Sold his soul to reach his goal Working his way up the ladder Success is the ends and his lies are the means Business cards, big cigars Smiles conceal a rotten deal Money can talk and he knows it One piece of paper can make you or break you apart Oh – It's a rat race, Mr. Briefcase Can you keep pace, Mr. Briefcase? What do you keep in that bag of tricks? Is there anything at all in that briefcase? If I sign my name must I play the game? A deal's a deal when it's signed and sealed No time to feel sorry for losers A cat gets the mouse and the dog eats the dog – Oh Oh – It's a rat race, Mr. Briefcase Can you keep pace, Mr. Briefcase? What do you keep in that bag of tricks? Is there anything at all in that briefcase? Businessman, shake my hand Tell me lies, but hide your eyes Hang on real tight to your briefcase If you should lose it, you'll have to stand naked like me It's a rat race, Mr. Briefcase Can you keep pace, Mr. Briefcase? What do you keep in that bag of tricks? Is there anything at all? Oh – It's a rat race, Mr. Briefcase Can you keep pace, Mr. Briefcase? What do you keep in that bag of tricks? Is there anything at all? Is there anything at all? Is there anything at all in that briefcase?