Getting away from all the things that need doing      Lazily here to lose the afternoon      Lying around here on the ground      It's as close to getting up as I can go            Taking a chance to free myself from my worries      Cover them well enough and no one sees      Nobody knows until they show      And the only thing to do is try to cover them again            (*) Hurry yourself, what's the use?      Mountains of wealth, I refuse      To be somebody's slave for a dime      I've got plenty of mountains      I'm lookin' to find, spending my time            Lying around, here on the ground      It's as close to getting up as I can go      Pleasing myself is all that really needs doing      Everything else begins but never ends            Listen to me and you'll agree      That a man is better off      If he has come to realize            Repeat (*) twice