[INTRO ] Tick-tock, mate, I ain't got all night. Say what you mean, or get outta sight. [VERSE 1 ] You call me up with another big plan, half-baked dream and a beer in your hand. "Trust me, brother, this one's gonna fly." Yeah, heard that one 'bout a hundred damn times. You talk in circles, I watch the clock, same old story, same cheap talk. Don't sell me smoke, don't sell me spin, either we're moving or I'm checking out, man. [PRE-CHORUS ] I got one foot out the door, you got ten words too many. Cut to the bone, give me the score— I ain't twenty anymore. [CHORUS ] I got no time for your nonsense, mate, no time to stand around tempting fate. If it's yes, say yes, if it's no, then go— quit dancing circles 'round what you know. I got no time for the blah-blah-blah, save that drama for somebody's bar. Clock's running, pal, so make it damn clear— we doing this thing or disappearing from here? [TURNAROUND ] Hey— don't make a meeting outta breathing. [VERSE 2] You got charts, graphs, buzzwords too, three grand speeches and no damn clue. "Synergy this," "big picture that," mate, I'm allergic to corporate chat. You want a brainstorm? Bring some rain. You want my patience? Missed that train. Keep your slogans, keep your pitch— just tell me where, when, who and which. [PRE-CHORUS] Don't dress a maybe up like gold, don't hand me warm when I asked for cold. You've got ten seconds, maybe nine— say the thing and save my time. [CHORUS ] I got no time for your nonsense, mate, no time to stand around tempting fate. If it's yes, say yes, if it's no, then go— quit dancing circles 'round what you know. I got no time for the blah-blah-blah, save that drama for somebody's bar. Clock's running, pal, so make it damn clear— we doing this thing or disappearing from here? [BRIDGE ] Look— life's too short for a forty-page pitch, too damn short for this bureaucratic itch. You want me in? Then pull me in. You want me gone? Say "cheers" and move on. No smoke. No mirrors. No endless debate. Mate, I've already got one foot through the gate. [BREAK ] So what's it gonna be? [FINAL CHORUS ] I got no time for your nonsense, mate, no time to stand around tempting fate. If it's yes, say yes, if it's no, then go— I ain't got patience for a one-man show. No time for the blah-blah-blah, keep your drama and your cheap hurrah. Clock's running, pal, better make it damn clear— we doing this now— or I'm outta here. [OUTRO ] Tick. Tock. Cheers.
