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 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
Oh, 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 is 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 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