The Saints - No Time lyrics

She can be rich or she can be poor She can be entertaining or be a bore She can drive a Mini Cooper or a Cadillac But I gotta tell you baby, there's no turning back, 'cause I've got no time I've got no time I've got no time For messing around So come on now You consider, and you make your stand You can take your little lover by your hand You can run around, jump up and down But you don't get me, I won't be your clown, 'cause I've got no time I've got no time I've got no time For messing around Messing around with you Hey, baby, there's a brand new sound, called People living underground, and it's a Story 'bout a-raising hell, I said It's my life, babe, I know so well But you, there ain't a thing you can do So come on now You can laugh, and sugar, you can cry You can live your life, baby, and then you die You can walk around with your hand in the air But you talk like that, you don't get nowhere, 'cause I've got no time I've got no time I've got no time For messing around Messing around with you Hey, baby, there's a brand new sound, called People living underground, and it's a Story 'bout a-raising hell, I said It's my life, babe, I know so well But you, there ain't a thing you can do So come on now You consider, and you make your stand You can take your little lover by your hand You can run around, jump up and down But you don't get me, I won't be your clown, 'cause I've got no time I've got no time I've got no time For messing around Messing around with you