Getting away from all the things that need doing

Lazily here to lose the afternoon

Lying around here on the ground

Its 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, whats the use?

Mountains of wealth, I refuse

To be somebodys slave for a dime

Ive got plenty of mountains

Im lookin to find, spending my time


Lying around, here on the ground

Its 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 youll agree

That a man is better off

If he has come to realize


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