Time on My Hands (Remastered)

I'm sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool

Got the twelve o'clock news blues

And I've given up hope on 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

I 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, too much time on my hands

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 have 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've got too much time on my hands

And it's ticking away, ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands, too much time on my