Lyrics: Bill Anderson. Way Too Much Time on My Hands.

I've watched Casablanca twenty-three times
I know who's doing what to who, everyday on the days of our lives
I cut the grass three times this week, it looked real good but then
I think I heard it growing this morning, I guess I better go cut it again

I've got way too much time on my hands
I stayed up all night wondering if the
Eagles or the Beatles were the world's best band
Since you've been gone I sit by the phone
Feeling like a [Incomprehensible] man
I've got way too much time on my hands

I go out twice a day and rotate my tires
I've read every word in the last six issues of the national enquirer
Every other day I put another shade of paint on the kitchen walls
And then I go hang around Wall-Mart just to watch the prices fall

I've got way too much time on my hands
I spend a lot of it tryin' to decide
If Budweiser or Miller is my favorite brand
I started writing these songs since you've been gone
I sing 'em to the pizza man
I've got way too much time on my hands

I know it's only temporary
But honey, please hurry back
'Cause it's getting down right scary
The things I think and the way I act

I've got way too much time on my hands
I stayed up all night wondering if the
Eagles or the Beatles were the world's best band
Since you've been gone I sit by the phone
Feeling like a [Incomprehensible] man
I've got way too much time on my hands
I've got way too much time on my hands