I woke up this morning to another fine day
Floated with the breeze along down memory lane
Down the streets where I walk, I don't pass no remark
Avoiding all the people with their meddlesome talk

I climed up on a roof to get a better view
I stayed up there to smoke a spliff or two
The people down below go about there daily routine
They can't see me way up in the atmosphere

This is our time, we're tired of waiting
Because it's been too long
Tired of working on the future
We should work with what we got

I met her wasting money at the local arcade
She poured some of her vodka in my lemonade
She was something speacial this I can't deny
She had a healthy figure and a dirty smile

She was decent right and proper, page three stopper
Never did I think that I could make her mine
Decent right and proper, bond street shopper
Never did I think that I could make her mine

This is our time, we're tired of waiting
Because it's been too long
Tired of working on the future
We should work with what we got

No time to worry in a town full of thieves
I keep my money in my sock and my weed in my briefs
No time to worry an a town full of lies
I keep my ear to the truth and my eye on the spies

Don't worry about the rest because it's all about you
We just keep lively inside the venue
We don't bother cuss, bother fuss, bother fight
We just keep dancing till the morning light

This is our time, we're tired of waiting
Because it's been too long
Tired of working on the future
We should work with what we got


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