That Certain Time of Day

There's a certain time of day tho' unwelcome, it never goes away 'Cos I swear there are bosses with a secret device who put the hands of the company clock on ice And I've met more than a few who with nothing better to do bury their clocks in the sand along with the ostriches and cuckoos too But the worst ones simply reprogram every computer then sit and grin as company esprit de corps is neutered O, by the way, I already see the moon Jeez! I could have sworn it was only two in the afternoon