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Here I'm sittin' on this bar stool, talkin' like a damn fool. Got the twelve o'clock-news blues.
And I've given up hope for the afternoon soaps and a bottle of cold brew.
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy? Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?
Well, I'm so tired of losin'. I've got nothin' to do, and all day to do it.
Well, I'd go out cruisin', but I've no place to go, and all night to get there.
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal? Is it any wonder I'm not in jail?
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands?
It's tickin' away with my sanity. I've got too much time on my hands.
It's hard to believe such a calamity. I've got too much time on my hands.
And it's tickin' away, tickin' away from me. It's tick-tick-tick-tick-tickin' away. Now I don't know what to do with myself.
Too much time on my hands. Too much time on my hands. Too much time on my hands.
Now I'm a jet-fuel genius; I can solve the world's problems without even tryin'.
I got dozens of friends, and the fun never ends, that is, as long as I'm buyin'.
Is it any wonder I'm not the President? Is it any wonder I'm null and void?
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands?
It's tickin' away with my sanity. I've got too much time on my hands.
It's hard to believe such a calamity. I've got too much time on my hands.
And it's tickin' away, tickin' away from me. Tick-a-tick-tick-tick-tick-tickin' away.
And I don't know what to do with myself. Mm, tick-tick-tick-tick-tickin' away, mm hmm.