Clock Goes Round - Kirsty MacColl

The clock goes round and round

And I get so tired of this old town

But I still hang around though I know that there’s nothing to do Seems every monday morning

I’m late for work, I get another warning

I don’t think I’d stay around here if it wasn’t for you

All the friends I had at school

Went their separate ways

Some I don’t miss, some I do But when I see them we’ve got nothing to say

Every weekday goes so slow

Weekends go too fast

Must make up my mind to go Before another year goes past

The clock goes round and round

And I get so tired of this old town

But I still hang around though I know that there’s nothing to do Seems every monday morning

I’m late for work, I get another warning

And I don’t think I’d stay around here if it wasn’t for you

Same old faces every night

Every day it rains

Repetition drives me crazy

I just can’t stand it all over again

The clock goes round and round

And I get so tired of this old town

But I still hang around though I know that there’s nothing to do

I’m saving my cash to get out of here

You can come too

You don’t get me down like the others do Seems to me I wake up bored

Seven days a week

I need a chance to speak my mind

Before I’ve got no mind to speak

Can’t believe the friends I’ve seen

Think they’re doing fine

It’s not enough for me And I know that I’m just wasting time

Because the clock goes round and round

And I get so tired of this old town

But I still hang around though I know that there’s nothing to do Seems every monday morning

I’m late for work, I get another warning

I don’t think I’d stay around here if it wasn’t for you