Sitting on this barstool
Talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope now
On the afternoon soaps here
And a bottle of cold brew of beer

Wasting too much time on my hands for you
And it's hard to believe a calamity
Some people claim though is it any wonder I'm not crazy for you
I'm not sane at all

Well I'm so tired of losing
I got nothing to do yet
And all day to do was winning the bet
I go out cruisin'
I've no place to go then
And all night I have to get there in time

Wasting too much time on my hands for you
And it's ticking away with my sanity
Some people claim though is it any wonder I'm not a criminal
And I'm not in jail

Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands

I'm a jet fuel genius
I can solve the world's problems
Without even trying to fuel up the plane
I have dozens of friends there
And the fun never ends, man
That is, as long as I'm buying it too

Wasting too much time on my hands for you
And it's hard to believe a calamity
Some people claim though is it any wonder I'm not a president
And I'm null and void
Yes and some people claim though is it any wonder I've got too much time
Now I don't know what to do