Late

If man created the clock, Then why are we always busy? People running everywhere Kinda makes a person dizzy I just don't understand it We know where we gotta go But, somehow, we never leave on time Just because we're slow Take my wife, for example, She always makes me late It don't matter where we're going I always gotta wait She tries on fifteen dresses Just to go to the corner store One of these days, I'll leave her here I've done it once before And while she's getting ready I say, "Lets get left on time" Well, you'd think, that I was a criminal That's commited a horrible crime There's a reason why most women die first And there's really no use debating It's really simple, can't you see? It's because men are used to waiting Ok I think I've said enough I guess I better go I've got some errands, I need to run And I really don't wanna be "You Know"