Good morning, Mister Blue
We've got our eyes on you
The evidence is clear, that you've been scheming
You 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, Mister 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, Mister 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 to show you who's your master
Don't worry, Mister 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