The time has come For all good men To sink or swim or die. The boats are broke And the bow is stuck, And the waves are crashing high. Oh! Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? The time has come For all good men To jump or float or fly. The cockpit cracked And the captain croaked And the wind is tearing by. Oh! Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? Yeah. Ooooo... Oh! Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice To have a bit more time? The time has come For all good men To want or wish or try. Our brains are blank And our bones are breaking And the years are blowing by. Ahhhhh...