Metronome

Time on your handsYou doodle the dayShuffle your feetAnd turn on the newsTo hear what they might sayThey've made a machineA new fangled deviceThey're lighting the fuseThere's no need to worryYour world will be alrightTime for a smokeA pint and a jokeYou muddle on throughSilently screaming"What can I do?"Till time trips you outLarking aboutBlows you awayHigh as a kiteOn a windy day