Joan Baez - Time Rag Lyrics
Ripping along towards middle ageAnd my music career kind of missed a pageRecord sales began to dropThe management all began to hopNot worry, they said, you'll seeWhat you need is some fresh publicityJust give us a nod and we'll all leapTowards putting you back at the top of the heapI said, Fine, I'll give it a whackI hung up the phone and I turned my backBegan daydreaming I was somebody elseWhen the phone jumped over from the wall to the shelfWe just had a break, this is really fineWe can make the January issue of TIMEIf you'll give us Monday, a week from todayFrom two to four, now what do you say?I said, TIME, TIME mag, magYou got me on the rag, ragTake your insults about the queenAnd shove them up your royal Timese machineBut I scribbled it down on the wall calendarAnd wondered about my interviewerMaybe he'd be just a real nice guyBright and sympathetic with a roving eyeWe'd forget all about the assignment dueFormalities, photos, and the interviewWe'd hop on into his big rent-a-carGo for a lovely drive, not far....maybe FranceAs the big day approached it slipped my mindTill my secretary showed up at the house to remindMe to switch into gear for the big coup de grasThe meeting with the man from the mediaI swept the driveway and polished the phonePut on a Kenzo knit in two-toneFluffed the pillows in the burgundy chairMade up my eyes and brushed my hair...all in that orderWhen he called to say he was three hours lateMy cheerful facade began to disintegrateThe photographer'd be even later stillShe was hopelessly lost in the nearby hillsHe arrived not exactly the man of
