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?

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

Let's go on a journey

A journey through all time

The 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, friend

C′mon, 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 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!

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

Then 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!

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