Hey Bret (You Know What Time It Is) - Cracker

My people came out of the forests and the mountains

Into this unpromising land

Scratched out a living in this desert valley

Hard living for any man

It weren’t no Eden, as cold as Sweden

Like Hades in the summer time

We built the cities, we dug the ditches

We picked the fruit from the vine

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Skip forward four generations, comes a great first world nation

But I’m living in the third

Trying to make a living, playing on my SG Gibson

Tending bar and sometimes selling herb

We live like serfs, in this new feudal land

We pay the bills and fight the wars

I ain’t no wobbly, no pinko Commie

Let’s start the end times right now!

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?

Hey, Bret!

You know what time it is?