We've gotta make up the time we've wasted,
Make up the time before it's too late.
We'd better finish the wine that we've tasted,
Pay off the bill we've run up on the slate.

An' make up the time,
Make up the time,
Make up the time.

We've let the time slip through our fingers,
Wasted the time we couldn't really afford,
But it's surprisin' how the memory lingers,
So let's put all our pieces back on the board.

We'll make a new start in the mornin';
The time we've got left's more precious than gold.
We could lose it without any warnin' -
We may not have time, may not even grow old.