Time That Bald Sexton Lyrics

I got no sense of time
The second hand slaps
Me, oh, so sillyAnd insults my character now
For I like my
Mood to lead meI walk into your room
Prepared with reasons why I can't join
You for this whole afternoonI just got one day
Of writing it all down
And oh, so here I goI must seize all my time by
Grabbing this old clock setter
By his bald gray forelockAll wasted on the job
My life span quickly shortening
And rushing and only half doneCan't remember how old that I am
Not one minute to sit
I look so busy, you don'tBother not anymore to
Ask for my help
Not a yelpI must seize all my time by
Grabbing this clock setter

By his gray forelockAnd at this very same moment
Take this task at hand
The one that landed right in my lapWhen folks refuse to see
How much is too much
I shall turn away then to theeIn thee great chronicle
Of wasted time through these years
Sleeping does not appear nowI must seize all my time by
Grabbing this clock setter
By his gray forelockAnd at this very same moment
Take this task at hand
The one that landed right in my lapWhen folks refuse to see
How much is too much
I shall turn away then to theeFor time is man's problem
A gift from dad with a plan
And the means to, to complete
The means to complete
Means to, to complete