Nothing to Do

I'm finding my feet absolutely midseason mediocre street I got nothing to say want nothing to do with people like you there's nothing to see you see there's nothing like a good time well I remember I heard it on the radio and then I read it in a magazine steppin' on the same shoes and I've got nothing to do 'cept turn over stones and head for home or someone like you I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes the shoes with nowhere to go and nothing to do Oh, read it read it in a magazine watch people on the T.V. set watch lovers on the movie screen produce a mix in stereo turn on the radio for something to do and still there's nothing to do there's nothing like a good time and there certainly isn't anything new oh, honey, oh baby nothing true [chorus] read it read it in a magazine there's nothing like a good time I'd have a better time a so much better time an even better time with nothing to do