No Time - The Saints

She can be rich or she can be poor

She can be entertaining or be a bore

She can drive a Mini Cooper or a Cadillac

But I gotta tell you baby, there’s no turning back, 'cause

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

For messing around

So come on now

You consider, and you make your stand

You can take your little lover by your hand

You can run around, jump up and down

But you don’t get me, I won’t be your clown, 'cause

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

For messing around

Messing around with you

Hey, baby, there’s a brand new sound, called

People living underground, and it’s a

Story 'bout a-raising hell, I said

It’s my life, babe, I know so well

But you, there ain’t a thing you can do

So come on now

You can laugh, and sugar, you can cry

You can live your life, baby, and then you die

You can walk around with your hand in the air

But you talk like that, you don’t get nowhere, 'cause

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

For messing around

Messing around with you

Hey, baby, there’s a brand new sound, called

People living underground, and it’s a

Story 'bout a-raising hell, I said

It’s my life, babe, I know so well

But you, there ain’t a thing you can do

So come on now

You consider, and you make your stand

You can take your little lover by your hand

You can run around, jump up and down

But you don’t get me, I won’t be your clown, 'cause

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

I’ve got no time

For messing around

Messing around with you