作词 : George, Levy
If it's fix a fence, 
Fender dents, 
I've got lots of experience. 
Rent gets spent, and all the letters, 
Never written, that 
I don't get sent. 
It comes from confusion; 
All the things 
I left undone. 
It comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. 
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. 
All I can think about is you. 
With twenty million things, twenty million things to do. 
I got mysterious wysterias, hanging in the air. 
The rocking chair 
I supposed to fix, well it came undid. 
And the things that 
I let slip, 
I found out quick: 
Comes from moment to moment, day to day, and time seems to slip away. 
But I got twenty million things to do, twenty million things. 
All I can do, is think about you. 
With twenty million, twenty million things to do...