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