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 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 We're busy Not now James 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" "I wanna get in to it man you know" Not now James Not now James 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