I'm so lazy Just lay around all day Eating Cheetos and watching TV shows I don't know how I got this way I'm so lazy You know it's sad but true The world's turning all around me but I couldn't Care less than I do I don't go outside unless I need some milk Or some bread or a six pack of beer Otherwise it would take a nine-oh earthquake To shake me out of here I keep the blinds drawn to keep the daylight out I lay around in my underwear I grab the remote and watch daytime talk shows Watching those fools - what bunch of losers Parading their lives - ain't they got no shame I'm so lazy I've gained a bunch of pounds Haven't done a push-up in two or three months I don't know how I get around I'm so lazy I haven't worked for ages I couldn't care if I found another job One of those tragic mid-life stages I don't care about the world turning under my feet I couldn't care about the news I don't care about the wind blowing through my hair I don't care if I win or lose I don't know if it's morning or afternoon I don't care when the sun goes down I just sit around thinking how it was When I had a real life and a lover too Watching Gilligan's Island helps me to forget What I left behind when I lost that world I'm so lazy I don't want any help; I don't need a hand Nobody owes me a living I don't want anybody's sympathy I don't need anyone's forgiving I never thought my world could change like this So fast - it was overnight But it's not like you really had the sway To make me great or to make me a bum I'm kind of glad you left - I didn't really need you You needed some space - I understand I didn't want to you dealing with my indecision I'm so lazy The phone's ringing off the shelf I don't want to talk to nobody - I'm feeling Sorry for myself I'm so lazy Not much left to say I'll start getting it together tomorrow Seems like the perfect day I don't want to talk to nobody - I'm feeling Sorry for myself...
copyright 1998, Rick Thorne (Mea Culpa Productions)
