No time to play
Like little super high-speed rockets
and just as pretty
are we flitting through the
cosmopolitan city
The tummy full of fast food,
French fries and oil
Year for every super size menu
We get a plastic toy
The only true friend,
called Mr. Blinki
Lies stiff in his goldfish bowl
and is stinking
We had no time to feed it,
to many duties in our heads
So unfortunately
Mr. Blinki is dead
Ref:
Ya ya… we have no time to play
Ya ya… to many impositions
Ya ya… we have to go without delay
Ya ya… to many important missions
We have no time to play, Ya ya…
Super sonic speed is the
only tempo we know
Feeling like a fired bullet,
only not as slow
Alive to build,
work and create
Just the number of vacations
we can’t negotiate
Mentors and teachers
command you to obey:
“It’s your duty to serve!”
Fuck you! Blimey!
Feeling like sucked out from a
monster-mosquito with gluttony
Yeah cheaper high
You will never be
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