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