Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Eric Couch
Songwriter
Lyrics
I count the clock as the time goes by
The work day's almost done
My watch is strapped and my spirit's high
Tonight my lady and I hit the town
But like a gentle breeze that snuffs out my flame
My boss had the nerve to put work on my plate
All I'd ever wanted would slip right through my hand
Someone tell the boss that I had made plans
It's party time on the clock and
I'll be out of touch until the clock runs out
It's party time on the clock and
Look at these feet: they just won't stop
I'll get on it
When it's not the time to Party
I'll get on it
When it's not the time to Party
Right back at my desk I get a little bit sad
When I reminisce about the great night that I had
With all the spirits high, my lady looking fine
I contemplate the life where I leave this job behind
When I look in her eye I wonder "why
Do I waste my time chasing someone else's dime?"
Like a clock with an endless spin I wonder when
All this work will end
Tell the boss I made plans
It's party time on the clock and
I'll be out of touch until the clock runs out
It's party time on the clock and
Look at these feet: they just won't stop
I'll get on it
When it's not the time to Party
I'll get on it
When it's not the time to Party
Thats it
Come on over here, baby
Come party with me a little bit
Lets go dancing just you and me
Writer(s): Damon Eric Couch
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