Tony Willé

Lyrics

It’s not a race, this is my natural pace
And I don’t know why you’re shaking me this way
There’s plenty of time; I’m feeling fine, why don’t you
Climb down off my back and let me be

You’re always telling me you’ve got to seize the day
You keep on nagging me to make me change my ways

You’ve got to hurry; you’ve got to hurry cos it’s getting so late

As I’m get older, you always perch on my shoulder
As the thought police investigate the crime
Cut me some slack, why don’t you get off my back
Telling me every minute wasted robs me of my time

You’re always telling me you’ve got to seize the day
You keep on nagging me to make me change my ways
You’ve got to hurry; you’ve got to hurry cos it’s getting so late

Give me a break, I’ve had all I can take
You’re always stalking me and whispering in my ear
I need some rest, cos it feels like some kind of test
It’s up to me to choose the way I spend my time

You’re always telling me you’ve got to seize the day
You keep on nagging me to make me change my ways
You’ve got to hurry; you’ve got to hurry cos it’s getting so late

Jump to the whip; skip to the whip, dance to the whip, please
You’ve got to hurry; you’ve got to hurry cos it’s getting so late

There’s plenty of time; I’m feeling fine, why don’t you
Climb down off my back and let me be