Hey don't you know that you're never on time We called you twice, but we didn't get no line Move back, forth, receive and send I want facts facts: who, what and when Things are getting crooked and not just bent How bout we stop and think and start again Ok ok, ok I see your point I don't agree, but seems I have no choice Rich boys get all the girls Tighter the pants, bigger the world Ma ma ma ma ah ah ah oh oh You're never on time Things get formed And I cannot define