It is a rainy Sunday afternoon, drinking Hot Toddy in the living-room
And what else can I do ? There's nothing to do, there's no place to go
I turn on the TV and there's nothing to see
I turn on the radio and I don't want to know
And if I go to bed, there ain't no head, Hot Toddy Toddy ho.

You say tomorrow is another day, I think the gloom will never go away
And what else can you say, there's nothing to do, there's no place to go
I turn on the TV and there's nothing to see
I turn on the radio and I don't want to know
And if I go to bed, there ain't no head, Hot Toddy Toddy ho.

I put on my sheet and I got the blues
I put on my clothes and I begin to rove
I can't understand what's wrong, what's no good about me
Don't know what it is but it is certainly
And when I look in the mirror, it's nothing I can see.

I walked down the street and who did I meet
Nobody but you, with nothing to do
I can't understand what's wrong, what's no good about me
Don't know what it is but it is certainly
And when I look in the mirror, it's nothing I can see.