Old Mister Time by 10cc
Old Mister Time by 10cc

Old Mister Time

10cc * Track #10 On Bloody Tourists

Old Mister Time Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He looked funny
The children called him the scarecrow
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh, there was a look in his eyes
It was something you'd never forget

[Verse 2]
He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied when he talked to the walls
Oh, we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh, we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace

[Chorus]
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you go to your homes?
Why don't you keep to yourselves?
I'm tellin' you
Why don't you leave me alone?

[Bridge]
You're never gonna realise
When all you do is criticise
You're never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when it's getting rough
You're never gonna make it work
I'm tellin' you there'll come a day
You're gonna blow yourselves away
It's wrong that I should interfere
I just get in the way

[Chorus]
Why don't you leave me alone?
Why don't you go to your homes?
Why don't you keep to yourselves?
I'm tellin' you
Why don't you leave me alone?

[Verse 3]
Deep into the night
He was working by the light
Of the candle by his bed
On the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
That he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power on
There was a sound and he was gone
Oh in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh we didn't understand
The future was old Mister Time
Future was old Mister Time
Future was old Mister Time
Future was old Mister Time

[Outro]
Old Mister Time (Time)
Old Mister Time (Time)

Old Mister Time Q&A

Who wrote Old Mister Time's ?

Old Mister Time was written by Duncan MacKay & Eric Stewart.

Who produced Old Mister Time's ?

Old Mister Time was produced by Eric Stewart & Graham Gouldman.

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