| Schmuel would work till half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich | 
| Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist | 
| Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop in Klimovich | 
| Watching the winters soldier on, there was one thing Schmuel missed | 
| «If I only had time,» old Schmuel said | 
| «I would build the dress that’s in my head | 
| A dress to fire | 
| The mad desire | 
| Of girls from here to Minsk | 
| But I have no more hours left to sew» | 
| Then the clock upon the wall began to glow… | 
| And the clock said: | 
| «Na na na na, na na na | 
| Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy! | 
| Na na na na, na na na | 
| I give you unlimited time! | 
| Na na na na, na na na | 
| So Schmuel, go sew and be happy!» | 
| But Schmuel said | 
| «No, no, it’s not my lot | 
| I’ve gotta make do with the time I’ve got» | 
| «Oh, look at the time» | 
| Schmuel was done at half-past ten and he said «Good night, old Klimovich» | 
| Put on his coat to go, but then the clock cried, «Wait! | 
| Not yet! | 
| Even though you’re not wise or rich | 
| You’re the finest man in Klimovich | 
| Listen up, Schmuel | 
| Make one stitch and you’ll see what you get» | 
| But Schmuel said | 
| «Clock, it’s much too late | 
| I’m at peace with life | 
| I accept my fate…» | 
| But the clock said | 
| «Schmuel! | 
| One stitch and you will | 
| Unlock the dreams you’ve lost!» | 
| So Schmuel, with reluctance, took his thread | 
| He pulled a bolt of velvet and said | 
| «I should take out my teeth and go to bed | 
| I’m sitting her with talking clocks instead!» | 
| And the clock said: | 
| «Na na na na, na na na | 
| Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy! | 
| Na na na na, na na na | 
| I give you unlimited time | 
| Na na na na, na na na | 
| Just do it and you can be happy!» | 
| So Schmuel put the thread through the needle’s eye | 
| And the moon stared down from a starless sky | 
| And he pushed the thread through the velvet black | 
| And he looked, and the clock was turning | 
| Back | 
| So he grabbed his shears and he cut some lace | 
| As the hands reversed on the old clock’s face | 
| And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled | 
| It was nine-fifteen all around the world | 
| Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit | 
| As if God Himself were controlling it! | 
| And Schmuel cried through a rush of tears | 
| «Take me back! | 
| Take me back all forty-one years!» | 
| And on it went down that silent street | 
| Till Schmuel’s dress was at last complete | 
| And he stretched his arms | 
| And he closed his eyes | 
| And the morning sun finally started to rise | 
| And the dress he made on that endless night | 
| Was a dress that would make any soul take flight | 
| Not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste | 
| Every ribbon and button ideally placed | 
| And swen into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams | 
| Dreams that you could feel | 
| Coming real | 
| And that very dress, so the papers swore | 
| Was the dress a girl in Odessa wore | 
| On the day she promised forevermore | 
| To love a young man named Schmuel | 
| Who only one day before | 
| Had knocked at her kitchen door | 
| Plenty have hoped and dreamed and prayed | 
| But they can’t get out of Klimovich | 
| If Schmuel had been a cute goyishe maid | 
| He’d’ve looked a lot like you | 
| Maybe it’s just that you’re afraid to go out on to a limb-ovich | 
| Maybe your heart’s completely swayed | 
| But your head can’t follow through | 
| But shouldn’t I want the world to see | 
| The brilliant girl who inspires me? | 
| Don’t you think that now’s a good time to be | 
| The ambitious freak you are? | 
| Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar | 
| Say hello to Cathy Hiatt, big-time star! | 
| 'Cause I say: | 
| Na na na na na na na na | 
| Cathy, you get to be happy! | 
| Na na na na na na na | 
| I give you unlimited time! | 
| Na na na na na na na | 
| Stop temping and go and be happy! | 
| Here’s a headshot guy and a new BackStage | 
| Where you’re right for something on every page | 
| Take a breath | 
| Take a step | 
| Take a chance | 
| Take your time | 
| Have I mentioned today | 
| How lucky I am | 
| To be in love with you?! |