Party Time

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