lazy, I wanna be lazy,
I long to be out in the sun, with no work to be done.
under that awning they call the sky,
stretching and yawning, and let the world go drifting by,
I wouldn't peep through the deep tangled wildwood, counting sheep,
'till I sleep like a child would,
with a great big valise full of books to read, where it's peaceful.
While I'm killin' time, being lazy.