Lyrics:Lazy
| Lazy |
| By: Irving Berlin |
| Year: 1924 |
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 wildwood 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 umbreller 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 wildwood 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 |
