Lyrics The Time Song - Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

The Time Song

Come on guys, stop mucking around
We only have five minutes until our show’s on That’s not enough time
There’s always time for a song
(Huh, who is that?)
Time is a tool you can put on the wall or wear it on your wrist
The past is far behind us, the future doesn’t exist
Oh What’s the time?
It’s 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
Let’s go on a journey, a journey through time
Time is changing all the time, it’s time to go to time
But we don’t really want to We’re going to miss our show
Don’t be stupid, friends
Come on, it’s 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’s 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 com-computer
Look at the time
It’s quarter to eight, there’s fish on my plate
It’s twenty past day, there’s fish on my tray
It’s eleven to twelve, there’s fish in the bath
It’s 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
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!
It’s 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 time