There's always time for a song Huh, who is that? 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) What's 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 Let's go on a journey A journey through all time The time is changing all the time It's time to go to time But we don't really want to We're going to miss our show Don't be stupid, friend C'mon, it's 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! It's quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate It's twenty past day, there's fish on my tray It's eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath It's 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 Then 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! 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! It's 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
Songwriters: Joseph Pelling, Becky Sloan, Hugo Donkin, Baker Terry.
