I Haven't Got Time to Spell It Out

Things are getting so much faster
I've stopped buying green bananas
And a week seems like an hour
A month's over before it started
My feet, they never touch the ground
No one's ever hanging around
You know I love to shop on impulse
When family values are on discount

I haven't got time to spell it out
The tension in P.M.T. comes from the G.S.T
Guess what, the A.T.M.'s chewed up the card again
And our kids with A.D.D. are being fed Dexys
To get them through the H.S.C

So up the ante and the price
The nervous pace of modern life
I love to feel the wind in my hair
Wear special glasses for my hindsight
But I haven't got time to spell it out
I'm getting R.S.I. from the mobile
And my PIN is an acronym
And my B.P. is 2IC
And I'm 24-7 chasing the G.L

And I haven't got time to spell it out
I'm M.I.A. in the C.B.D
So put out an A.P.B.
And I need some R&R
Give me some T.L.C A.S.A.P



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Writer(s): Errol Moyle
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