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