28 Hours

Get up out of bed
'Cause the day's a-wasting
Get up out of bed
You're already late
Get your butt in gear
Get your motor racing
"Wake up sleepy head
Get up out of bed," I said

Every day I'm up too early
Late to bed, it never ends
Earth is turning way too fast
And here it comes again

I think that I come from a planet that has 28 hours in every day
I cannot think of any other way to explain it
Living this way
At home there's plenty of time
And no one ever falls behind
In bed before the third moon rises

Such a lot of things that I've gotta finish
Such a lot of things that I want to do
Someone's at the door
And the phone is ringing
I haven't had a clue
Since the "cock-a-doodle-do"

Air smells nice, and water's tasty
Friendly folks, intriguing sights
Even so, there's something here
That doesn't seem quite right

I think that I come from a planet that has 28 hours in every day
I cannot think of any other way to explain it
Living this way
At home there's plenty of time
And no one ever falls behind
In bed before the third moon rises

When, oh when, did life ever get so crazy?
When did I become such a busy man?
Wasn't I a guy recognized as lazy?
I cannot understand
How it got so out of hand

Maybe I should head outside
And search the starry skies for home
Somewhere there's a bit more time
To get a few things done

I think that I come from a planet that has 28 hours in every day
I cannot think of any other way to explain it
Living this way
At home there's plenty of time
And no one ever falls behind
In bed before the third moon rises