Getting away from all the things that need doing



Lazily here to lose the afternoon



Lying around here on the ground



It's as close to getting up as i can go







Taking a chance to free myself from my worries



Cover them well enough and no one sees



Nobody knows until they show



And the only thing to do is try to cover them again







(*) hurry yourself, what's the use?



Mountains of wealth, i refuse



To be somebody's slave for a dime



I've got plenty of mountains



I'm lookin' to find, spending my time







Lying around, here on the ground



It's as close to getting up as i can go



Pleasing myself is all that really needs doing



Everything else begins but never ends







Listen to me and you'll agree



That a man is better off



If he has come to realize







Repeat (*) twice




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