Tic-a-toc

I sit here wondering when the gramophone lost its horn

And when the big clock in the hall, big clock in the hall lost its big hand

Yes, and if we want this whole town to blow

We've got to make a tic-a-tic-toc tic-a-tic-toc of our own

I sit here wondering when the microphone lost its cord

And when the big clock in the hall, big clock in the hall got so forlorn

'Cause if we want rolling thunder

To throw these tides asunder

If we want lashing bows and purple clouds we'd best start calling it by its name

The microphone put up a stand

The megaphone lent her a hand

And that's how the riot was born

The newspapers knew how it began

But no one there could explain the ensuing storm

There were people throwing rocks

You could hear the bass for blocks

Yes girls took off their tops

And that's when someone called the cops

There were hands a'clapping and feet a'stomping

And through it all came the rising call