Tons Of Time (G. Kooymans/B. Hay) 1975 Switch

There’s no lock on my door, don’t know what bolts are for
I never pay no rent, all I got was heaven sent
Don’t need no clocks, to get off my rocks
I’ve got tons of time, living on coca and lime
You want me to be like you, the truth is you have no clue
That this life’s masterplan, should be enjoyed by man

When I’m on TV, you all think I’m a bit funny
Basical and out of time
But it’s luxury, protected from humanity
Don’t cost a dime, precious time
There’s no jungle blues, once you kick off them tennis-shoes
Making up your mind in time

One day I will revive, so we can all survive
It’s just a matter of time
It’s luxury, protected from humanity
Don’t cost a dime, precious time
There’s no jungle blues, once you kick off them tennis-shoes
Making up your mind in time

The priest says I’m out of line, I’m wasting my tons of time
He say I should pray some more, but I don’t know what the hell for