Too Much Time On My Hands - Styx

Written by：Tommy R. Shaw

Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool

Got the twelve o'clock news blues

And I've given up hope on the afternoon soaps

And a bottle of cold brew

Is it any wonder I'm not crazy

Is it any wonder I'm sane at all

Well I'm so tired of losing

I got nothing to do and all day to do it

I go out cruisin' but I've no place to go

And all night to get there

Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal

Is it any wonder I'm not in jail

Is it any wonder I've got

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 ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Well I'm a jet fuel genius

I can solve the world's problems

Without even trying

I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends

That is as long as I'm buying

Is it any wonder I'm not the president

Is it any wonder I'm null and void

Is it any wonder I've got

Too much time on my hands

It's ticking away at 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 ticking away from me

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my hands

Too much time on my