Get up you lazy slob the day is almost gone.
You've lost another one, the hours ramble on.
This song won't write itself. Don't imagine that it will.
What you have to offer is standing still.

And he's wasting all of his life
On routines that lead to no where

Get up you lazy slob the sun is almost gone.
As your shadows cast you down you wish that I was wrong
There will be another chance. Don't let this slide on by.
You can't prove them wrong unless you try.

And he's wasting all of his life
On routines that lead to no where.