Nothing To Do
Amen, I'm finding my feet
Absolutely mid-season mediocre street
And I got nothing to say to
Want nothing to do with people like you
Now, now, here's nothing to see
You see, there's nothing like a good time
I remember I heard on the radio
And then I read it in a magazine
Ooh, steppin' on the same shoe
Ooh, and I got nothing to do
'Xcept turn over stones and head for home
Or someone like you
Now I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes
The shoes have nowhere to go and nothing to do
Read it, read it in a magazine
And watch some people on our TV sets
I watch the lovers on the movie screen
Projector mix in stereo
I turn on the radio for something to do
But still, there's nothing to do
Now, now, there's nothing like a good time
Hey, man, there certainly isn't anything new
Oh, honey, oh, baby
Now, now there's nothing true
Ooh, steppin' on the same shoe
Ooh, and I got nothing to do
'Xcept turn over the stones and head for home
With someone like you
Now, now, I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes
Oh, those shoes have nowhere to go and nothing to do
Read it, read it in a magazine
And now there's nothing like a real good time
I'd have a better time
A so much better time
An even better time
With nothing to do
Absolutely mid-season mediocre street
And I got nothing to say to
Want nothing to do with people like you
Now, now, here's nothing to see
You see, there's nothing like a good time
I remember I heard on the radio
And then I read it in a magazine
Ooh, steppin' on the same shoe
Ooh, and I got nothing to do
'Xcept turn over stones and head for home
Or someone like you
Now I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes
The shoes have nowhere to go and nothing to do
Read it, read it in a magazine
And watch some people on our TV sets
I watch the lovers on the movie screen
Projector mix in stereo
I turn on the radio for something to do
But still, there's nothing to do
Now, now, there's nothing like a good time
Hey, man, there certainly isn't anything new
Oh, honey, oh, baby
Now, now there's nothing true
Ooh, steppin' on the same shoe
Ooh, and I got nothing to do
'Xcept turn over the stones and head for home
With someone like you
Now, now, I stare at the ground and wear out my shoes
Oh, those shoes have nowhere to go and nothing to do
Read it, read it in a magazine
And now there's nothing like a real good time
I'd have a better time
A so much better time
An even better time
With nothing to do
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Writer(s): Ivor Davies
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