Nothing's going on, but I don't care
Leave me here, don't take me anywhere
Why should I get up when I've got nothing to do?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Beautiful day outside, but I don't care
Everything I need I got right here
Why should I go out? Why should I even move?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Afternoon, when everybody's workin'
I'd rather be a jerk and lay around
Afternoon, this day is just too perfect
Just another lazy day afternoon
Nothing's going on, but I don't care
Leave me here, don't take me anywhere
Why should I get up when I've got nothing to do?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Just another lazy day afternoon
Afternoon, when everybody's workin'
I'd rather be a jerk and lay around
Afternoon, this day is just too perfect
Just another lazy day afternoon
Beautiful day outside, but I don't care
Everything I need I got right here
Why should I go out? Why should I even move?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Leave me here, don't take me anywhere
Why should I get up when I've got nothing to do?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Beautiful day outside, but I don't care
Everything I need I got right here
Why should I go out? Why should I even move?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Afternoon, when everybody's workin'
I'd rather be a jerk and lay around
Afternoon, this day is just too perfect
Just another lazy day afternoon
Nothing's going on, but I don't care
Leave me here, don't take me anywhere
Why should I get up when I've got nothing to do?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Just another lazy day afternoon
Afternoon, when everybody's workin'
I'd rather be a jerk and lay around
Afternoon, this day is just too perfect
Just another lazy day afternoon
Beautiful day outside, but I don't care
Everything I need I got right here
Why should I go out? Why should I even move?
Just another lazy day afternoon
Now o'er the one half-world
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace,
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
