I woke up this morning to another fine day   Floated with the breeze along down memory lane   Down the streets where I walk, I don't pass no remark   Avoiding all the people with their meddlesome talk      I climed up on a roof to get a better view   I stayed up there to smoke a spliff or two   The people down below go about there daily routine   They can't see me way up in the atmosphere      This is our time, we're tired of waiting   Because it's been too long   Tired of working on the future   We should work with what we got      I met her wasting money at the local arcade   She poured some of her vodka in my lemonade   She was something speacial this I can't deny   She had a healthy figure and a dirty smile      She was decent right and proper, page three stopper   Never did I think that I could make her mine   Decent right and proper, bond street shopper   Never did I think that I could make her mine      This is our time, we're tired of waiting   Because it's been too long   Tired of working on the future   We should work with what we got      No time to worry in a town full of thieves   I keep my money in my sock and my weed in my briefs   No time to worry an a town full of lies   I keep my ear to the truth and my eye on the spies      Don't worry about the rest because it's all about you   We just keep lively inside the venue   We don't bother cuss, bother fuss, bother fight   We just keep dancing till the morning light      This is our time, we're tired of waiting   Because it's been too long   Tired of working on the future   We should work with what we got