Time on your hands
You doodle the day
Shuffle your feet
And 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

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