Metrognome

Time on your hands You do it all the day Shuffle your feet And turn on the news To hear what they might say They made a machine And you found your device They're lighting the fuse There's no need to worry Your world will be alright Time for a smoke A pint and a joke You muddle on through Silently screaming "What can I do?" Till time trips you out Looking about Blows you away High as a kite On a windy day