My Time

Here I am standing At the factory gate It's a rainy Monday morning And this is what I hate Selling my time I'm selling of my time For a handful of pennies I work this production line Here comes the boss man Waves his arms about He's never ever happy And you can hear him shout Don't waste my time My money is your time You'll get a handful of pennies But you won't get another dime, no There goes the factory whistle It's time to take a break Half the day is over How much more can I take Selling my time I'm selling off my time For a handful of pennies Oh brother this is such a crime The working day is over I'm in a traffic jam Red lights are flashing I don't know why I am Wasting my time I'm wasting so much time I've got ten miles to travel But I'm stuck in this traffic line; yes I am One day I'm going to sell up And leave this daily grind I'm busy doing nothing And that is when I find myself some time I'm going to find some time And if it takes until eternity Oh brother, I'm going to make it mine, yes I am