[WONKA]
Our schedule has no room for intros, languid and rubato...
Accelerate right to the verse and play it molto presto and staccato!
(spoken)
Now let's get the small-talk out of the way
(sung)
What zigzag roads and fickle fates have led you to my chocolate gates?
I'm sure the stories would enthrall
But time is racing by us all
I'd love to rhyme a riddle or two
But there's so much time
So little to do!
So much time, so little to do?
Please strike that, reverse it!
I meant the other way!
It doesn't take a Sigmund Freud
To see I'm charmed and overjoyed
But pardon if I start to fret
We've not begun our journey yet!
No time to borrow or delay
What's here tomorrow's gone today!
What's here tomorrow's gone today?
Whoops strike that, reverse it!
My tongue has feet of clay!
Our schedule has no room for intros, languid and rubato...
Accelerate right to the verse and play it molto presto and staccato!
(spoken)
Now let's get the small-talk out of the way
(sung)
What zigzag roads and fickle fates have led you to my chocolate gates?
I'm sure the stories would enthrall
But time is racing by us all
I'd love to rhyme a riddle or two
But there's so much time
So little to do!
So much time, so little to do?
Please strike that, reverse it!
I meant the other way!
It doesn't take a Sigmund Freud
To see I'm charmed and overjoyed
But pardon if I start to fret
We've not begun our journey yet!
No time to borrow or delay
What's here tomorrow's gone today!
What's here tomorrow's gone today?
Whoops strike that, reverse it!
My tongue has feet of clay!
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