The Pajama Game: The Pajama Game / Racing with the Clock

The pajama game

Is the game I'm in

And I'm proud to be

In the pajama game

I love it

I can hardly wait

To wake and get to work at eight

Nothing's quite the same as the pajama game

I'm an executive

I'm a time-study man

I can tell you per second how many stitches go into a pair of pajamas

I can time anything

You'll see when we get down to the factory

Let her go

Hurry up, hurry up

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

When you're racing with the clock (Hurry up)

When you're racing with the clock (Hurry up)

And the second hand doesn't understand (Hurry up)

That your back may break and your fingers ache (Hurry up)

And your constitution isn't made of rock (Hurry up)

It's a losing race when you're racing with the (Hurry up)

Racing, racing, racing with the clock (Hurry up)

It's a losing race when you're racing with the (The clock)

Racing, racing, racing with the clock

Hurry up, girls

Seconds are ticking, seconds are ticking

Hurry up, hurry up

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

When you're racing with the clock (Can't waste time)

When you're racing with the clock (Can't waste time)

And the second hand doesn't understand (Can't waste time)

That your back may break and your fingers ache (Can't waste time)

And your constitution isn't made of rock

It's a losing race when you're racing with the (Can't waste time)

Racing, racing, racing with the clock (Can't waste time)

When will old man Hasler break down

And come up with that seven-and-a-half cent raise?

How in Hell can I buy me a swell new second-hand car

On that salary he pays?

Whaddaya you think of the new superintendent?

He's cute

He'll never last, ha!

He's kind of fresh for a new superintendent

I like a man with spunk

You like a man, period

Don't laugh, girls, don't laugh

Hurry up

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit

Waste, waste, waste

Hurry up

Hurry up, hurry up

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

Hurry up (Can't waste time)

When you're racing with the clock

When you're racing with the clock

And the second hand doesn't understand

That your back may break and your fingers ache

And your constitution isn't made of rock

It's a losing race when you're racing with the

Racing, racing, racing with the clock

Can't waste time

Racing, racing, racing, racing

Racing, racing, racing, racing

Racing, racing, racing, racing

Racing, racing, racing, racing

Racing with the clock