It's guns and butter on Sunday

and arguments on Monday

We're broke and it's not payday

It's the first so happy May day


I'm too busy

to worry about the world...


There's other boots under my bed

I can't recall just what you said

The excuse was so good and grand

I even bought it and told my band


I'm too busy

to worry about the world...


I went back to unlock the door

I didn't live there anymore

We had to crawl in past the snake

and pick up all of our mistakes


I'm too busy

to worry about the world,

Just too busy

to worry about the world...