No, we're not in a hurry
We're making an album every day
You can polish every little last bit
That will be quite okay
Twenty minutes worth of songs
Written in twenty four hours
And we'll manage to right all wrongs
And get a bouquet of flowers

This is a worthy goal for everyone
And heaps of stress are known to be fun

So take your time
And I'll take mine
The result will live when we're long dead
Like a flash of light
When the time is right
Like a snowflake on your bed

Oh well, my voice is long gone
And you can barely stand
But we will try until we're done
Await the bitter end

So take your time...

Twenty minutes worth of songs
Written in twenty four hours
And we'll manage to right all wrongs
And get a bouquet of flowers