(Kohan/Angelos)
Stop whatever you're doing
Hold it right there
Drop whatever you're doing
There's not a minute to spare
Time is flying, grab it
Break that nowhere habit
TCB And TCB
TCB
TCB do it now
Don't sit around and wonder when to
Now is the time for all good men to
You know the way to start today to TCB do it now
Break that routine that's got ya strung out
Come sing a song before you sung
Better begin and jump right in and TCB what you're doing now
Whats the good of living safe and sound
With your head in the sand
Pull it out and look around
Take a stand
There's so much more to life than livin'
Taking is easy, now try givin'
Give up that easy life and make that break
And you'll be TCB
Ya you'll be
TCB
Which means you're Taking Care of Business
Taking Care of Business
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Miss Diana now the stage is yours
And the lovely Supremes
Thanks to each and everyone of you
You are dreams
No, Diana we're The Temptations
(Dreams are an altitude)
All the formalities are done now
Let's loosen up and have some fun now
Ladies it's time for you to do your thing
Swing out and TCB
Swing out and TCB
Show them you're
Taking Care of Business
Taking Care of Business
Taking Care of Business
TCB
Stop whatever you're doing
TCB
Stop whatever you're doing
TCB
Stop whatever you're doing
TCBNow the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."
"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?