Lazy Songtext
von They Might Be Giants

Every time
I see a puppy on a summer′s day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That's why I′m
In such a hurry
To pass the time away
Like that pup, I'm all fed up
And though it's wrong to be
I long to be


Lazy
I want to 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 want to peep
Through that deep
Tangled wild wood
Counting sheep
′Til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise-full
Of books to read where it′s peaceful
While I'm killing time being lazy

I hate to hurry
Through life and worry
I′ll be so glad when I am
Among the chickens
With Mr. Dickens
Or Mr. Omar Khayyam
To keep me company
When I'm tired of poetry
I′m gonna be there dozing
With birds composing
A pillowy, willowy melody


And when it showers
The bees and flowers
Will be my umbra-eller
Until it's over
Then in the clover
I′ll dream of Rockefeller
As busy as a bee
Selling oil to you and me
I'll pity that man
What an oil can
He turned out to be

Lazy
I want to 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 want to peep
Through that deep
Tangled wild wood
Counting sheep
'Til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise-full
Of books to read where it′s peaceful
While I′m killing time being lazy