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