Don't try killing time 'cause time don't die
No matter how hard you try
Years, months, weeks days, count the minutes
Count the seconds, count the seconds, it flies
Count the seconds, it flies, why, why, why
Why, oh why do you try
Everyday I'm bothered by the simple things that make me
Try to live a life that's worthy of the price that's paid to
Cover me
Very soon, I will not want to take it
There comes a time when the tables must be turned
The tables must be turned, why, why, why
Why, oh why do you try

Don't waste my Monday (Wednesday, Friday)
Don't waste my Tuesday (Thursday, Saturday)
Don't waste the time I have
For making up the time you waste

Not much is being said by anybody in the world
About the things we get a hold of that could make a
Working brain go dead
If I try, it seems I'm not accepted
Why do you listen to the one who has nothing to say
The one who has nothing to say, why, why, why
Why, oh why do you try

Don't waste my Monday (Wednesday, Friday)
Don't waste my Tuesday (Thursday, Saturday)
Don't waste the time I have
For making up the time you waste

Don't waste my Sunday, my Sunday
My Sunday, my Sunday, my Sunday

Writer : TAYLOR, CALVIN E. (GENE)
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing