Waffle Stomp

The terminally bored Sit around with nothin' to do They say work is hell Heaven knows it just ain't true Well you can punch out your boss Get fired from your job Collect unemployment For your own enjoyment Take out the trash Come down with a rash Pick up disease Have doughnuts and coffee With Colonel Khadafi Write a new novel That's perfectly awful Buy some new work boots Stomp on a waffle or two Take a long overdue vacation Book yourself on a flight to the moon Volunteer for a brain operation Don't let nobody tell you that there's nothin' to do Well you can jump off a roof Pretend you can fly Maybe you'll bounce Maybe you'll die Maybe you'll splat And flap until that Well, you can practice your bongo Go to the Congo Get lost on safari Ask "Where the hell are we?" Speak in Swahili They tell me that a lot of them do Talk on the phone Call up the coast Call up collect Dial direct Reverse the charges If they accept, they're home Or, you can go overseas Speak Japanese Buy a new Sony They make great TV's Do the Watusi Watch "I Love Lucy" too But don't let nobody tell you that there's nothin' to do Well, well, well, well, well, well Don't let nobody tell you that there's nothin' to do