The Time Song

Come on guys, stop mucking around

We only have five minutes until our show's on

That's not enough time

There's always time for a song

Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist

The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist

Oh

Whats the time?

Its a quarter to nine, time to have a bath

What do you mean, we're already clean

Scrub scrub scrub til the water's brown

Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn't go backwards, only one way

Watch it go round like a merry go round, going so fast like a merry go round

Lets go on a journey, a journey through time

Time is changing all the time, its time to go to time

But we don't really want to

We're going to miss our show

Don't be stupid friends

C'mon its time to go

Time is old like the victorian times

With cobbles and plague and speaking in rhymes

With cobbles and chimneys a simpler time

With cobbles and sawdust and batteries and slime

This tree that is old has circles inside

The tree that is older has shriveled and died

The apple that is fresh is ripe to the core

And I rot over time and I'm not anymore

Time can be told by the Moon or the Sun but time flies fast when you're having fun

There's a time and a place for mucking around

Like birthdays

And camping

I'm friends with my dad

And then what happened after the olden days?

Time went new and got old like history

Stuff from the past went into a mystery

An old man died

But look a computer

Everything's cool, it's the future

Time is now, the future anew, and look at all of the wonderful things you can do

With gadgets and gizmos and email addresses

My dad is a computer

Look at the time

Its quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate

Its twenty past day, there's fish on my tray

Its eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath

Its nine thirty, there's fish everywhere

Fish everywhere

Now you can see the importance of time

It helps us make pizza, it keeps things in line

But when did it start?

And when will it stop?

Time is important and I am a clock

If we run out of time, where does it go?

Is time even real?

Does anyone know?

Maybe time's just a construct of human perception

An illusion created by-

Meh, meh, meh, meh

Meh, meh, meh, meh

Meh, meh, meh! Meh!

Meh! Meh! Meh! Meh!

Sunrise, sunset

Night and day

The changing seasons the smell of hay

Look at your hair grow, isn't it strange?

How time makes your appearance change

Make it stop!

Its out of my hands, I'm only a clock

Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine

But eventually everyone runs out of

Time