I don't know It's not you, it's the ones that hurt me And I just can't afford to be hurt again so Hold on, I'm not really tryna go through this again
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate, he puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled There must be some blueprints
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Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon Call Parnell just to see how he's doin' Hello? What up, Parns? Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'? You thinkin' what
Lazy days calling to you Come out to play, the future lies with you Now you can be sure love is the cure What we're searching for is to have A jolly good
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where
Up a lazy river by the old mill run Lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun Linger awhile in the shade of the tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream
Slacker, a person who shirts his work or duty A person who evades military service in the wartime I know one thing, man, I'm gonna have my kicks Before
A wouldn't it be nice To get on with me neighbors But they make it very clear They've got no room for ravers They stop me from groovin' They bang on
I'm a lazy white boy too tired to cook my own grits lazy white boy sick, i aint taken no shit yeah lazy white boy lazy white boy babies burning calling
You work in the village shop Putting a poster up Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time When you are free from all the trouble you're in In the mud
Working the village shop, putting a poster up Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time When you are free from all the trouble you're in In the mud,
Hazy Days With Lazy Ways You get less done but more Out of your days How can you work yet avoid Getting out of your lazy ways You'll never get up
When all the limbs are numb and clean And you're in transit, dream to dream I'll drift there to meet you, lazybones When all the world has lain and sank
Like a kid in a candy store Your mama told you what to take and leave behind. But kid - you're older now. And standing on the street you're naked and