Every time I see a puppy on a summer's day A puppy dog at play My heart is filled with envy That's why I'm in such a hurry to pass the time away Like that pup I'm all fed up and though it's wrong to be I long to be lazy I want to be lazy I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done Under that awning they call the sky Stretching and yawning And let the world go drifting by I want to peep through that deep tangled wildwood Counting sheep til' I sleep like a child would With a great big valise full of books to read where it's peaceful While I'm killing time, being lazy I hate to hurry through life and worry I'll be so glad when I am Among the chickens with Mr. Dickens or Mr. Omar Khayyam To keep me company. When I'm tired of poetry I'm going to be there dozing, with birds composing A pillowy-willowy melody And when it showers, the bees and the flowers Will be my umba-rella, until it's over, then in the clover I'll dream of Rockefeller, as busy as a bee Selling oil to you and me I'll pity that man - What an oil can he turned out to be Lazy. I want to be lazy I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done Under that awning they call the sky Stretching and yawning And let the world go drifting by I want to peep through that deep tangled wildwood Counting sheep til' I sleep like a child would With a great big valise full of books to read where it's peaceful While I'm killing time, being lazy