I'm told I'm lazy
That I only do what I want
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