Time is a social institution

And not a physical reality

Honey, honey

Honey, honey

On my nose

On your tears

Honey, honey

Honey, honey

On my nose

On your tears

Sweet, sweet lips

And your swaying hips

Lulling us to sleep

Honey, honey

Honey, honey

On my nose (on my nose)

On your tears (on your tears)

Sweet, sweet baby

Sweet, sweet baby

And your swaying hips

And your swaying hips

And your swaying hips

Sweet, sweet baby

And your swaying hips

And your swaying hips

Rocking us to sleep

Rocking us to sleep

Rocking us to sleep

Listen to the music today children

Daily, every night I had to take the music, 4 hours maybe, that's 12, 14, too long

Bobby, we sells music

Yeah I sell music in the day then I run a beer garden at nights

And I play music from 7:30, wrap after 4, 5, 5:30, 6:30 in the morning

So I'm with it

Look at my teeth

It's the music on it

I live music and I speak music

Music is my occupation

Music on my teeth