Racing With The Clock - Eddie Foy, Jr./Doris Day (多丽丝·戴)

Hurry up

Hurry up

Hurry up can't waste time

Hurry up can't waste time

Hurry up when you're racing with the clock

Hurry up when you're racing with the clock

Hurry up

And the second hand doesn't understand

That your back may break and your fingers ache

And your constitution isn't made of rock

It's a losing race when you're racing with the

Racing racing racing with the clock

Racing racing racing with

Racing racing racing with the clock

When will old man Hasler break down

And come up with our seven and a half cent raise

How in hell can

I buy me a swell new second hand car

On that salary he pays

What do you think of the new superintendent

He's cute

He'll never last

He's kind of fresh for a new superintendent

I like a man with spunk

You like a man period

All right girls

Cut out the laughing

Cut out the laughing hurry up

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Waste waste waste

Hurry up hurry up hurry up can't waste time

Hurry up can't waste time

When you're racing with the clock

When you're racing with the clock

And the second hand doesn't understand

That your back may break and your fingers ache

And your constitution isn't made of rock

It's a losing race when you're racing with the

Racing racing racing with the clock

Can't waste time

Racing racing racing racing racing racing

Racing racing racing racing racing racing

Racing racing racing racing racing

With the clock