Too Many Hands On My Time


TOO MANY HANDS ON MY TIME



CHORUS:

(I’VE GOT) TOO MANY HANDS ON MY TIME
NOT ENOUGH TIME ON MY HANDS
BETWEEN THE BOSS AND THE GOVERNMENT
AND BILLS THAT ARE DUE
(I’M LIKE BACON IN A FRYING PAN, MAN)
(I’M LIKE A SARDINE PACKED IN A CAN, STAN)
(IT’S ALWAYS HITTING THE FAN)

MY WOMAN, SHE LEFT, ‘CAUSE I COULDN’T GO OUT
OUT ON THE TOWN EVEN ONCE
WORKING THREE JOBS, MY LIFE’S BEEN ROBBED
AIN’T AN EXTRA SECOND FOR FUN, SON

REPEAT CHORUS

I GUESS I’LL GO ON LIVING LIKE THIS
I DON’T HAVE THE KNOW-HOW TO STOP
EVERY TIME I START DREAMING A DREAM, SOMETHING ELSE
HAPPENS AND THE BUBBLE JUST POPS, POP

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

IF I COULD, I WOULD PACK UP AND JUST LEAVE THIS TOWN
STICK OUT MY THUMB AND BE GONE
TAKE MY GUITAR AND JUST FOLLOW THE WIND
LIVE ON A PRAYER AND A SONG... BONG

REPEAT CHORUS

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