A man walked into a bank one day
And he had inside his coat
A device which could end your life
But in this instance it won't
And he walked in, through the front door
His heart was cool, calm, and collected
The words he'd practiced, a thousand times before
They would echo on and on
His heart went
Bum bum bum bum '
He said high, high
Put your hands up to the sky
This is a heist, a hold up
But it's different now this time, because
I don't want your money
I just want your time
And the people in the town
Laid their hands and purses on the ground
As their hearts picked up
And they went
Bum bum bum bum
And he said no no no no
You've got me all wrong
I mean you no harm
But their hearts went
Bum, bum, bum, bum . . .
Just listen to my story
Can you help me find my mind'
I had it once and now it's gone
It's left me far behind
I'd like it back, I'd like it back I'd like it back again
By the way, he said
My name's Tim
He said high, high
Put your hands up to the sky
This is a heist, a hold up
But it's different now this time, because I
Don't want your money
I just want your time
And the sirens sounded loud
The police they circled round
But inside that bank they found
Buddies and friends and happiness, cakes
Laughing and hugging and the shaking of hands
It's fine it's fine
This man here is fine
It was a heist, a hold up
But it's different now this time, because
He doesn't want any money
He just wants our time