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