Becky Sloan And Joseph Pelling - Don't Hug Me I'm Scared 2 lyrics

C'mon guys, stop mucking around. We only have five minutes 'till out show's on. That's not enough time! There's always time for a song! (What? Who is that?) Time is a tool you can put on the wall, or wear it on your wrist. The past is far behind us. The future doesn't exist. (Oh.) What's the time? Its quarter to nine, time to have a bath. What do you mean? We're already clean. Scrub, scrub, scrub 'till the water's brown. Time is a ruler to measure the day. It doesn't go backwards, only one way. Watch ts go 'round like a merry go round, going so fast like a merry go round. Let's go on a journey, a journey through time! The time is changing all the time! It's time to go through time! But we don't really want to, we're going to miss our show. Don't be stupid, friends! C'mon, it's time to go! Time was old, like a victorian time. With cobbles, and plauge, and speaking in rhyme! With cobbles, and chimneys, a simpler time! With cobbles, and sawdust, and batteries and slime! This tree that is old has circles inside. The tree that is older has shriveled and died. The apple that's fresh is ripe to the core! And I rot over time, and I'm not anymore... Time can be told by the moon and the sun. Time flies fast when you're having fun. (Hmph!) There's a time and a place for mucking around! Like birthdays! And camping. I'm friends with my dad... And then what happened after the olden days? Time went new, and got old like history. Stuff in the past went into a mystery. An old man died. But look a computer! Everything's cool, it's the future! Time is now, a future anew! Look at the wonderful things you can do with gadgets, and gizmos, amd email addresses! My dad is a c- computer... Look at the time! It's quarter to eight, there's fish on my plate! It's twenty past day, there's fish on my tray! It's eleven to twelve, there's fish in the bath. It's nine thirty, there's fish everywhere. Fish everywhere. Now you can see the importance of time, it helps us make pizza, and keeps things in line. But when will it start? And when will it stop? Time is impotant, and I am a clock. Is we run out of time, then where will it go? Is time even real? Does anyone know? I mean time's just a concept of human perception. An illusion created by- meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! meh! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! Sunrise, sunset every day. The changing seasons, the smell on hay. Look at your hair grow, isn't is strange how time makes your apperance change? Ehhhh! Make it stop! It's out of my hands, I'm just a clock. Don't worry, I think you'll be fine! But eventually everyone runs out of time. -End Credits-