The bottle is open and so is the man

Stumbles up to face the day

Like a dream the world seems to sing now

But it didn't have much to say



Said 'don't let stress get you head in a mess, my friend

close your eyes and please don't look at the time

the dishes are clean and your beds made from top to end

a bottle and some time and all things will be just fine'



He'd been wondering should he try anymore

He said they said is was dead

Should he try and go to the top now

Or should he just go to bed



I said, 'don't let stress get your head in a mess my friend

close your eyes and please don't look at the time

the dishes are clean and your beds made from top to end

a bottle and some time and all things will be just fine'



You better get things while you can

You better stop them, you better grab them

Better

Simple Pleasures, man

Simple Pleasures

Simple Pleasures, man