The time has come
for all good men
to sink or swim or die.
The boats are broke
and the bow is stuck,
and the waves are crashing high.

Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?

The time has come
for all good men
to jump or float or fly.
The cockpit cracked
and the captain croaked
and the wind is tearing by.

Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?

The time has come
for all good men
to want or wish or try.
Our brains are blank
and our bones are breaking
and the years are blowing by.
Oh! Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice
to have a bit more time?