Lyrics:

John Farnham, Phil Buckle, and Ross Fraser



As they clock winds down, on another day

Worked your hands to the bone

You know no other way



You're just working all night, sleeping all day

The time of your life

Just gets taken away



Time, time, and money

Slip away from me, into the air

Time, time, and money

It's a mystery, but it's everywhere



We'll there's no way around it

You can't live without it

You think about it

Money



It's the bread on the table

The car in the drive

The clothes on your baby

It keeps you alive