Hey don't you know that you're never on time
We called you twice, but we didn't get no line
Move back, forth, receive and send
I want facts facts: who, what and when
Things are getting crooked and not just bent
How bout we stop and think and start again

Ok ok, ok I see your point
I don't agree, but seems I have no choice
Rich boys get all the girls
Tighter the pants, bigger the world
Ma ma ma ma ah ah ah oh oh

You're never on time
Things get formed
And I cannot define