It's a lazy Sunday morning
I'm sitting on my ass
I'm even saving money
By turning off the gas
A massive jug of coffee
A pile of bagels, cheese
I'm just doing fuck all
Doing as I please
Just got the Sunday papers
A forest full of news
Ones gotta keep upto date
To have some valid views
Got my iTunes spinning tunes
Got my tv on remote
I'm drinking so much coffee
My teeth may start to float
I'm not doing any housework
Not doing any chores
Ain't polishing my knickknacks
Ain't hoovering my floors
The washing up can wait a while
While I lie here on my back
I made my mind up recently
Today? I'll just be slack
Not gonna run no five miles
Not gonna hit the gym
Today my energy levels
Are set right down to dim
So pass the chocolate biscuits
Break out the carrot cake
When I hit that sugar coma
DO NOT prod me awake
It's way past Sunday morning
Still lounging on the couch
Just wile away the hours
I admit that I'm a slouch
Only eight more hours
It's slack, I know, I said
But hey just don't bug me
Cos soon I'm off to bed!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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