The Hidden Song at the End of the Record

I'm walkin' up to the door, but I don't think you've been home yet There was a record set And as the needle hits the groove How you'll never call in sick again, so get up! 'Cause you and I were always sick in the mornings Pulling at curtains, exactly what I taught you to smile for All In Time (Commence!) Say yr gettin' better, taking cheap shots at the weather See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral So, put up with what you've got 'Cause you and I were always so sick in the mornings Pulling at curtains, exactly what I taught you to smile for All In Time (Commence!) And I'll talk to him Say yr getting better, how yr holding shit together See this end as a beginning, yet it's nothing like a funeral All in time All in time All in time All in time (Pyow!) All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time All in time (commence!) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time (All in time) All in time, ugh!