Mr Blue

Good morning, Mr. Blue, we've got our eyes on you
The evidence is clear, that you've been scheming
You'd like to steal away and while away the day
You'd like to spend an hour dreaming

What will it take, to whip you into line?
A broken heart? A broken head?
It can be arranged. It can be arranged

Step softly, Mr. Blue, we know what's best for you
We know where your precious dreams will take you
You've got a slot to fill, and fill that slot you will
You'll learn to love it, or we'll break you

What will it take, to whip you into line?
A broken heart? A broken head?
It can be arranged. It can be arranged

Be careful, Mr. Blue, this phase you're going through
Can lead you nowhere else but to disaster
Excuse us while we grin, you've worn our patience thin
It's time we showed you who's your master

What will it take, to whip you into line?
A broken heart? A broken head?
It can be arranged. It can be arranged

Don't worry, Mr. Blue, we'll take good care of you
Just think of it as sense and not surrender
But never think again, that you can think again
Or you'll get something you'll remember

What will it take, to whip you into line?
A broken heart? A broken head?
It can be arranged. It can be arranged