He's a company man, your right hand, 13 years and counting
No detectable ambition, a model of efficiency, far as you can see
He knows every loophole, the art of fine print, massages the numbers 'til they fit
And every time you ask him for another vanishing act, he half-smiles as if to say:

Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me

Never a real moment together but she understands: you're an important man
Another late night don't know if you're coming home or when she's alone again
But she goes on curating your domestic museum she disappears in her loyalty
She is a dress wearing a face in the doorway, opening her arms out to you:

Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me

No one would dare to question you, oh no
No one would dare to stand up

But in the night she leaves the papers in a tiny pile: evidence for her reasons
And in the night he takes the main accounts and pulls the files, detailing every treason
I am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire
But as you switch on your TV tomorrow morning, you'll hear me saying quietly:

Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want is fine by me

Oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say:
I'll do what you ask me, I'll do what you ask me
Oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say
But do you know who's listening?
Oh whatever you say, oh whatever you say,
You know it's over!