Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Time at All, artist - Andrea Martin. Date of issue: 08.07.2013
Song language: English
No Time at All |
| When you are as old as I, my dear |
| And I hope that you never are |
| You will woefully wonder why, my dear |
| Through your cataracts and catarrh |
| You could squander away or sequester |
| A drop of a precious year |
| For when your best days are yester |
| The rest’er twice as dear… |
| What good is a field on a fine summer night |
| When you sit all alone with the weeds? |
| Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite |
| You spit out your teeth with the seeds? |
| Before it’s too late stop trying to wait |
| For fortune and fame you’re secure of For there’s one thing to be sure of, mate: |
| There’s nothing to be sure of! |
| Oh, it’s time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we’re given |
| Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all… |
| I’ve never wondered if I was afraid |
| When there was a challenge to take |
| I never thought about how much I weighed |
| When there was still one piece of cake |
| Maybe it’s meant the hours I’ve spent |
| Feeling broken and bent and unwell |
| But there’s still no cure more heaven-sent |
| As the chance to raise some hell |
| Everybody… |
| (ALL) |
| Oh, it’s time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we’re given |
| Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all… |
| Now when the drearies do attack |
| And a siege of the sads begins |
| I just throw these noble shoulders back |
| And lift these noble chins |
| Give me a man who is handsome and strong |
| Someone who’s stalwart and steady |
| Give me a night that’s romantic and long |
| And give me a month to get ready |
| Now I could waylay some aging roue |
| And persuade him to play in some cranny |
| But it’s hard to believe I’m being led astray |
| By a man who calls me granny |
| (ALL) |
| Oh, it’s time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we’re given |
| Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all… |
| Oh, it’s time to start livin' |
| Time to take a little from this world we’re given |
| Time to take time, cause spring will turn to fall |
| In just no time at all… |
| Sages tweet that age is sweet |
| Good deeds and good work earns you laurels |
| But what could make you feel more obsolete |
| Than being noted for your morals? |
| Here is a secret I never have told |
| Maybe you’ll understand why |
| I believe if I refuse to grow old |
| I can stay young till I die |
| Now, I’ve known the fears of sixty-six years |
| I’ve had troubles and tears by the score |
| But the only thing I’d trade them for |
| Is sixty-seven more… |
| Oh, it’s time to keep livin' |
| Time to keep takin' from this world we’re given |
| You are my time, so I’ll throw off my shawl |
| And watching your flings be flung all over |
| Makes me feel young all over |
| (BETHE AND BOYS) |
| In just no time at all… |