Time On Your Hands

You Do It All The Day

Shuffle Your Feet

And Turn On The News

To Hear What They Might Say



They Made A Machine

And You Found Your Device

They're Lighting The Fuse

There's No Need To Worry

Your World Will Be Alright



Time For A Smoke

A Pint And A Joke

You Muddle On Through

Silently Screaming

"What Can I Do?"



Till Time Trips You Out

Looking About

Blows You Away

High As A Kite

On A Windy Day