It's May, it's spring.
Don't wanna do a thing.
Come, summer, come, birds, and we'll sing.
Forget the jackets - oh - and the shoes.
Farewell, you winter time blues.
Farewell, you winter time blues.
I wanna be lazy. '
Cause I'm going crazy with all these things I gotta do.
I wanna be lazy, so don't go around and chase me.
I just wanna lay in the sun and not do a thing.
I know how to pick up my pen and a piece of paper and try to set me up a plan.
But I wanna go with you to the ocean.
Just you and I, my friend.
Just you and I, my friend.
And we'll be lazy. '
Cause I'm going crazy with all these things I gotta do.
I wanna be lazy so don't go around and chase me.
I just wanna lay in the sun and not do a thing.
Still I keep on biting my fingers 'til they bleed so more stress is the last thing I need.
Appointments and schedules and all kinds of timetables.
There's barely time for me to breathe.
There's barely time for me to breathe.
I wanna be lazy so don't go around and chase me with all these things I gotta do.
I wanna be lazy, do don't go around a chase me.
I just wanna lay in the sun, I just wanna lay in the sun, I just wanna lay in the sun and not do a thing.

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