Woody

I'm just sitting here, wasting my time 'til you come home, from your escapades in the back yards, with your friends of late. I'd be worried if you didn't do this every spring, when the gra*s grows, and there's birds in trees, and the sun shines, and you don't need me. I'm just sitting here, wasting my time 'til you come home, from your escapades in the back yards, with your friends of late.