This not-having-a-job stuff is getting old.
Too Much Time On My Hands
Styx
Yeah, I’m sittin’ on this bar stool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o’clock news blues
And I’ve given up hope for the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I’m not crazy?
Is it any wonder I’m sane at all?
I’m so tired of losin’, I’ve got nothing to do
And all day to do it
So, I go out cruisin’, but I’ve no place to go
And all night to get there
Is it any wonder I’m not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I’m not in jail?
Is it any wonder I’ve got too much time on my hands?
Ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
It’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
And it’s ticking away – ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands
(Ticking away)
Too much time on my hands
(And I don’t know what to do with myself)
Too much time on my hands