• Clicking it twists
    Conductor clicking his stick
    A metronome counting beet
    The tick without the tock

    Lifting its arms I twist again
    Sinning like a clock
    Danceing like a ballerina
    I wait

    The little fingers play the ivories
    Orchestra in a little house
    the sound dances and tickles my ear
    The gala in full swing

    A real rock star
    A true prodigy
    Knowing one song
    Truning counter

    Slowing after a run
    The band members tire
    What a betrayer
    This music man

    Play on forever
    Yet it refuses
    But always the servent
    I twist again