Too Much Time on My Hands - Dennis De Young

Yeah, I’m sitting on this barstool, 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?

Well, I’m so tired of losing- I got nothing to do

And all day to do it

Well, I’d 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?

It’s 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

(It's t-t-t-t-ticking away)

Too much time on my hands

(And I don’t know what to do with myself)

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Now, I’m a jet fuel genius — I can solve the world’s problems

Without even trying

I got dozens of friends, and the fun never ends

That is, as long as I’m buying

Is it any wonder I’m not the president?

Is it any wonder I’m null and void?

Is it any wonder I’ve got too much time on my hands?

It’s ticking away with my sanity

I’ve got too much time on my hands

It’s hard to believe such a calamity

I got too much time on my hands

And it’s ticking away, ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands

(T-t-t-t-ticking away)

Too much time on my hands

(And I don’t know what to do with myself)

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

(T-t-t-t-ticking away)

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

(Too much time on my hands)

(Too much time on my)