Not Now James We Re Busy lyrics

Augusta, Georgia, late September,
One Mr. Brown`s hot tempeed,
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 pressed his luck too far this time,
His pick-up truck`s flat out and flying.
Cops get excited and grin with glee;
They got themsevles 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!`
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`
A `good-foot` dance in a dusted trance...
Breath tested `No Chance!` Arrested!
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