My Hurling Days Are Done

Time will mold you and craft you But soon, when you're looking away It will slide up and shaft you Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time Now my hurling days are done And there's no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time, a blossoming clover But soon it will say "Okay, come on son, bend over" Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there's no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time places no pressure on you But soon it explains what it means by the Funky Alfonso Oh, time Oh, time No friend of mine Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there is no one to tell And there's nowhere to run Time will send you an invoice And you pay with your strength and Your legs and your sight and your voice Oh mama, mama and teddy bear Were the first full firm spectrum of time But now my hurling days are done And there is no one to tell And there's nowhere to run