Don't Hug Me I'm Scared - Don't Hug Me I'm Scared II lyrics

Come on guys, stop mucking around. We only have five minutes until our show's on. That's not enough time. There's always time for a song. (Huh, 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? It's quarter to nine, time to have a bath. What do you mean? We're already clean. Scrub, scrub, scrub, 'til the water's brown. Time is a ruler to measure the day, it doesn't go backwards, only one way. Watch it 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. It's time that's changing all the time, it's time to go to 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 is old like the Victorian times. misheard bySocky "Time is important, and I'm a PESKY BEE" See all With cobbles and plague and speaking in rhymes. 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 or the sun but time flies fast when you're having fun. 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 from the past went into a mystery. An old man died. But, look, a computer! Everything's cool, IT'S THE FUTURE! Time is now, the future anew, and look at all of the wonderful things you can do! With gadgets and gizmos and email addresses! My dad is a 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, it keeps things in line. But when did it start? And when will it stop? Time is important and I am a clock. If we run out of time, then where does it go? Is time even real? Does anyone know? Maybe time's just a construct of human perception. An illusion created by- Meh, meh, meh, meh, Meh, meh, meh, meh, Meh, meh, MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! MEH! Sunrise, sunset night and day. The changing seasons the smell of hay. Look at your hair grow, isn't it strange? How time makes your appearance change. Make it stop! It's out of my hands, I'm only a clock. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine, but eventually everyone runs out of time.