Drew James

Lyrics

Bad for Business
Drew James © 2006
 
I grew up a poor boy
Got a job by the time I was twelve
Worked in an ice cream shop when I was in my teens
That was back in the 60’s
So I grew my hair like the hippies
Until the boss man pulled me aside and said these words to me
 
He said it’s bad for business
And I don't go in for that kind of thing
Bad for business
I just want to hear that register ring
His words made me wonder
Why the American flag ain’t green
I guess good for business is just bad for me
 
When I graduated
Got a job from nine to five
Which grew to seven to seven then five to nine
My weekends got squeezed so tight
They all fell on Sunday night
So I asked the boss, “Please hire more help I’m dyin’! “
 
(Chorus)
 
So I took off my suit and tie
And picked up my electric guitar
And taught myself to play some rock ‘n roll tunes
I tried to get a gig at a bar
I told ‘em I could be a star
But the owner said, “With no draw you won’t be playing here soon.”
 
(Chorus)
 
Now my cashflow is in retreat
And food’s all I know how to eat
And it's bad for business that's bad for me
I guess it’s just business that's bad for me
 
Well good people
If it’s business, I guess it can’t be fun
And if it’s fun, I guess it can’t be a business
So much for the pursuit of happiness
They just keep giving me the business