Lazy Bones - Harry Connick Jr

Lazy bones

Sleeping, sleeping in a noon day sun

Tell me, how you spect to get your days work done

Days work done

You’ll never get your days work done

Sleeping, lazy bones

Sleeping in a noon day sun

When day’s dusk means praying

I bet you keep praying

That all the bugs fall off the vine

And when you go fishing

I bet you keep wishing

That the fish would never never grab your line

You old lazy bones

Loafin, loafin all through the day

Tell me how you spect to make a dime that way

Dime that way

You’ll never make a dime that way

Well look at him, lazy bones

Never hear a word I say

Lazy bones