Another lazy mornin', no need to get down on anyone.
My son, coffee's in the kitchen, woman on the run.
No need to get bothered, I'll think about Monday when Monday comes.
It's two for one, mister hoot and holler, gotta make a dollar.
Another lazy mornin', I took time to make town and stock a pint or two, a most delicious brew.
Keeping up with the Jones’s, I hope no one telephones us.
I'd take a place in the country, but for now the old back yard.
Looks to me like fifty acres of the roundest ground in town.

Another lazy mornin', come suppertime I'm gonna light my barbecue.
Nothing new, only that she loves me and nothing I know can change me.
No need to get bothered. I do more living than it might seem, some dream.
Living like a pauper, bless my darling daughter.
I'd like to know what makes a man go over land and sea.
I guess it must get kinda lonesome. That's the way I used to be.
Another lazy mornin', no need to get down on anyone, such fun.
Coffee's in the kitchen, woman on the run.