Its just a lazy rock and roll radio Sunday afternoon

Youve been gone for days

Moms got cops looking out for you

Were just laying on the couch

Watching T.V., Im watching you

For that look and crooked grin

So I can do things I shouldnt do

To you


Waste away in midtown baby

That aint hard to do (Im in how bout you?)

A couple lazy rock and roll kids

With nothin better to do


Fill the bath with roses

And Ill sit and read to you

Emily Dickinsons journals

Or Paris on a budget for two

Then well just get you dressed and go to the show

By the door we got an excuse

To go home where the candles are

And spend all our money on booze

With you