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 the chance to free myself from my worries Cover them well enough and no one sees Nobody knows, until they show Then 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 looking 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 realise
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 looking to find Spending my time
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 looking to find Spending my timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
