Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear on your wrist
The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist

Whats 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.

Lets go on a journey, a journey through time.
Time is changing all the time, its time to go to time.

But we don't really want to
we're going to miss our show

C'mon its 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

Its quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate
Its twenty past day, there's fish on my tray
Its eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath
Its 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, 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!

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!

Its 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

Lyrics submitted by WhoNose

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