Текстове на песни: Gilbert Osullivan. Nothing To Do About Much.

I don't know why I came here on my own
Now there's so little to do, I'm like a dog without a bone
If I can't get to sleep, I'll just count sheep
Nothing to do about much

I could wander for hours in the rain
I could stand on the corner, watch the traffic lights change
Boy, am I having fun, green lights just come on
Nothing to do about much

And to tell you the truth I'm not sure
I'm told I've got something that's difficult to cure
So it seems for the moment at least
I've got to remain where I won't freeze

There's a party at number twenty one
Now you've invited as long as you're accompanied by someone
But as I'm on my own, I'll just stay at home
Nothing to do about much
Nothing to do about much

And to tell you the truth I'm not sure
I'm told I've got something that's difficult to cure
So it seems for the moment at least
I've got to remain where I won't freeze

I will bet you a penny to a pound
And that before very long I will be buried underground
Pushing daisies up high, oh, what a life
Nothing to do about much
Nothing to do about much

(I've got gold in my pockets)
I've got wind in my hair
I've got so much to be grateful for
Of that I'm aware

I've got dreams which are nothing
But the weirdest of thoughts I've got night after night
On which it appears that I ought not to cry
Don't ask me why, I might lie