I'm told I'm lazy
That I only do what I want
That is, not much
The dishes have overrun the sink
And the laundry's overflowing the basket
My hair's dirty, I'm bearded
And I'm off, my coffee drunk
In the street, there's construction
And I like watching the construction
Faster than that, please
She tells me I'm late
That I do my hair with a firecracker
She wants to move the furniture
I'm not here to move the furniture