Lazy

Ella Fitzgerald · Sings Irving Berlin [1957]

Ev'ry time I see a puppy upon a summer's day

A puppy dog at play, my heart is filled with envy

That's because my heart is yearning to pass the time away

Like that pup 'cause I'm all fed up and tho' it's wrong to be

I long to be



Lazy, I want to be lazy

I want to be out in the sun

With no work to be done



Under that awning, they call the sky

Stretching and yawning and let the world go drifting by

I want to peep through the deep, tangled wildwood

Counting sheep 'til I sleep like a child would



With a great big valise full of books to read

Where it's peaceful while I'm killing time

Being lazy



Life is short and getting shorter

With each day that goes by and how the time does fly

Before you know, it's over



That's why I'm in such a hurry to pack my things and fly

To a spot where it's nice and hot and hear the birdies sing

While I'm being