Nothing To Do About Much

I don't know why I came here on my own Now there's so little to do, I'm like a dog without a bone If I can't get to sleep, I'll just count sheep Nothing to do about much I could wander for hours in the rain I could stand on the corner, watch the traffic lights change Boy, am I having fun, green lights just come on Nothing to do about much And to tell you the truth I'm not sure I'm told I've got something that's difficult to cure So it seems for the moment at least I've got to remain where I won't freeze There's a party at number twenty one Now you've invited as long as you're accompanied by someone But as I'm on my own, I'll just stay at home Nothing to do about much Nothing to do about much And to tell you the truth I'm not sure I'm told I've got something that's difficult to cure So it seems for the moment at least I've got to remain where I won't freeze I will bet you a penny to a pound And that before very long I will be buried underground Pushing daisies up high, oh, what a life Nothing to do about much Nothing to do about much (I've got gold in my pockets) I've got wind in my hair I've got so much to be grateful for Of that I'm aware I've got dreams which are nothing But the weirdest of thoughts I've got night after night On which it appears that I ought not to cry Don't ask me why, I might lie