Racing With the Clock Lyrics
Racing With the Clock - Eddie Foy & Ensemble
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up can't waste time
Hurry up can't waste time
Hurry up when you're racing with the clock
Hurry up when you're racing with the clock
Hurry up
And the second hand doesn't understand
That your back may break and your fingers ache
And your constitution isn't made of rock
It's a losing race when you're racing with the
Racing racing racing with the clock
Racing racing racing with
Racing racing racing with the clock
When will old man Hasler break down
And come up with our seven and a half cent raise
How in hell can
I buy me a swell new second hand car
On that salary he pays
What do you think of the new superintendent
He's cute
He'll never last
He's kind of fresh for a new superintendent
I like a man with spunk
You like a man period
All right girls
Cut out the laughing
Cut out the laughing hurry up
Tempus fugit
Tempus fugit
Waste waste waste
Hurry up hurry up hurry up can't waste time
Hurry up can't waste time
When you're racing with the clock
When you're racing with the clock
And the second hand doesn't understand
That your back may break and your fingers ache
And your constitution isn't made of rock
It's a losing race when you're racing with the
Racing racing racing with the clock
Can't waste time
Racing racing racing racing racing racing
Racing racing racing racing racing racing
Racing racing racing racing racing
With the clock