Time on your hands You doodle the day Shuffle your feet Then turn on the news To hear what they might say They've made a machine A new fangled 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 Larking about Blows you away High as a kite On a windy day