Time

The American concept of "wasting time" Make every minute count Time is money, don't you know? And we have a small amount I'm twenty years, I'm so old! I still haven't found my place I can't allow the ticking clock To beat me in this race Hurry, hurry, but don't you trip Falling will lose you time You'll start back at the bottom And have further yet to climb Sixty, seventy, eighty years Time passes by so fast There's never quite enough of it And then you're dead at last Stop goofing off, stop ambling Again, you're wasting time Loafing about and loitering Should be considered a crime Like I said, I'm old now With little time to spare Pretty soon the silvery grey Will show through my blonde hair Sixty years, that's about all The time I have left here I ought not waste this damn obsession My country holds so dear