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Father

[Chorus]


I tuckered the tock out of the clock, but time just keeps tickin'.
I took the clock out of the croc, but his hunger didn't slacken .
All o' the Lolly's offa the pop, but time just keeps lickin'.

Step to the beat and you might just awaken
 

​[Verse 1]

I tried to teach father time but I was the one learning
If you try to blow out the fire, you'll just stoke it, more burning,
you can say it's summer all you want but y'r leaves were still turning,

you could be around for awhile or gone without warning

 

Try to catch the snitch, it's better to quit the itch

fight the witch and she'll have your mind in a glitch

eat your spinach and go dance with the bitch

pull your head up ostrich, the mind will enrich,

 

Use it or lose it, the moment is lost

You can try to recapture, but at what cost?
The branches grow brittle, but wise with moss
Wind up all you want, but you still gotta toss.

 

Sure you can write your own song, but you still gotta play along

honk to belong

stomp with the throng

but syncopate

to create

syncopate

 

 

[Chorus]

 

I tuckered the tock out of the clock, but time just keeps tickin'.
I took the clock out of the croc, but his hunger didn't slacken.
All o' the Lolly's offa the pop, but time just keeps lickin'.

Step to the beat and you might just awaken

 

 

[Verse 2]

 

You can take the rock offa the block but the plot'll just thicken

whether you run jog or trot, you won't stop sweatin';

coffee or pot the whistle is wettened

kiss or slap the lips redden

 

You can wind the watch all you want, but you still gotta wear it

try to do your own thing you sound like a parrot

All the gold you have still ain't worth 25 carrots

but the seas rise and the net fills with pirates

 

I gotta walk, I gotta talk, I gotta think, I gotta drink, I'm made of meat, I gotta eat, gotta work, gotta pay, but I still gotta play, syncopate

 

 

[Chorus]

 

I tuckered the tock out of the clock, but time just keeps tickin'.
I took the clock out of the croc, but his hunger didn't slacken .
All o' the Lolly's offa the pop, but time just keeps lickin'.

Step to the beat and you might just awaken

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