Lyrics

I got nothing to do, got all day to do it
Gonna kick my feet up and get right to it
Glass a’ lemonade, lil’ splash a’ cold chillin’
Lieing on the floor, staring at the ceiling
With a whole lot of nothing to do
I got a whole lot of nothing to do
A whole lot of nothing to do
Maybe think about you

Cut the grass, walked the dog, paid three parking tickets
Fixed the door handle and the drip from the spicket
Filled the hole in the gutter, ran my errands and chores
I picked up eggs and butter from the corner store
I was troubled, befuddled, tripped and mudpuddle’d
But I fixed all of that on the double

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I chopped all the wood, burnt the burnt pile
Gave away my tokens and hopped the turnstile
I promised Miss Thomas I’d keep down the noise
I kicked the ball around with the neighborhood boys
I filled the dramatists in all of the drama
And I wrote a love letter to my mama