Oh gimme that pile 'o money,
That kale, that dough,
That corn of Egypt,
The cash, the gold, the coin.
Lemme wallow in the wealth, the wampum,
The dough, the jack, the filthy lucre.

The stuff out there is what I need,
Can't live without.
Here's my wallet,
Let me dump the loot this very minute!
Gotta have it, have it, have it, have it NOW!
You tap your foot and hum the tune,
I'll purchase, spend and buy
And never miss a beat.

So what's this thing of Time,
Of moments days and hours?
Can we spend them too,
Throw them all away as we do our dollars?
Lets play ducks and drakes
With Time itself;
Lets spend it, use it, consume it,
but never exhume it
That frangible, intangible liquid lubricant of life.

Upon the day we're born
We're set upon a spending spree nonpareil:
Moments, days and hours
Running down the drain, down the rat hole,
With no control, no stopping, no waiting
No holding back.
What can match this sad, long, headlong race
Into oblivion?

This then is the agony at our end:
Thinking then of all we've tossed away.
Crying out for
Just one of those precious gems,
Those silly little moments
Exhumed
To be now consumed.