Notes

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 on your wrist The past is far behind us, the future doesn't exist

Oh.

Whats 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.

Lets go on a journey, a journey through time. Time is changing all the time, its time to go to time.

But we don't really want to we're going to miss our show

DON'T BE STUPID FRIENDS C'mon its 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 com, computer

Look at the time

Its quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate

Its twenty past day, there's fish on my tray

Its eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath

Its 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.

Ahhh!

Make it stop!

Its 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.