Lyric Nothing To Do About Much

I don t know why I came here on my own
There s so little to do
I m like a dog without a bone
If I can t get to sleep
I ll just count sheep
Nothing to do about much

I could wander for hours in the rain
I could stand on the corner
Watch the traffic lights change
Boy am I having fun
The green lights just come on
Nothing to do about much

And to tell you the truth I m not sure
I m told I ve got something
That s difficult to cure
So it seems for the moment at least
I ve got to remain where I won t freeze -

There s a party at number twenty one
You ve invited as long as you re accompanied by someone
But as I m on my own
I ll just stay at home
Nothing to do about much

I will bet you a penny to a pound
That before very long
I will be buried underground
Pushing daisies up high oh, what a life
Nothing to do about much

I ve got gold in my pockets
I ve got wind in my hair
I ve got so much to be grateful for
Of that I m aware
I ve got dreams which are nothing but
But the weirdest of thoughts
I ve got night after night
On which it appears
That I ought not to cry
Don t ask me why -
I might lie