Clockwork

It's too hot, babe, pull the covers back Don't touch me, babe, I don't remember ever liking that Don't touch me, babe, roll over O brother, you don't know what you've got Only time flies O brother, you don't know what you've got Only time flies You've gotta do some clockwork Sometimes you hear the broken bell Sound up on the whore's hill The ladies clamor for the Salvo's sale Bickering like little girls For second hand women's things For countless prying man's hands O working girl, you don't get 'round enough It's like your daddy says O working girl, you don't get 'round enough It's like your daddy says You gotta do some clockwork. In a berth of the port wharf The song of the penitent sailor upon what stage? A slab in the gut of a Japanese whaler A material blue and tailored and time is a tailor Both brief and slow Now I can hear the broken bell Now I can hear the clockwork It has me reaching for the hidden rail It has me listening for the song bird But I hear it very minor But I hear it very minor O singer, I don't believe your song Or your lying lines O singer, I don't believe your song Or your lying lines You've gotta do some clockwork You've gotta do some clockwork You've gotta do some clockwork The Pneuma, Cecilian, the Metzler Angelus, Virtuos, Apollo Paragon, Minerva, Stella Clockwork, all clockwork Clockwork, all clockwork Clockwork, all clockwork O but I didn't sing this song And I don't know how to stop it from its accidental purpose --- Clockwork - Augie March