Long as there is chicken gravy on your rice, ev'rything is nice;
Long as there's a watermelon on the vine, ever'thing is fine.
You've got no time to work, no time to play,
Busy doin' nothin' all the live long day;
You won't ever change, no matter what I say --
You're just made that way.
La - zy - bones, sleepin' in the sun,
How you 'spect to get your day's work done?
You'll never get your day's work done sleepin' in the noon day sun.
La - zy - bones, sleepin' in the shade,
How you 'spect to get your cornmeal made?
You'll never get your cornmeal made sleepin' in the eve - ning shade.
When taters need sprayin', I bet you keep prayin'
The bugs fall off the vine;
And when you go fishin' I bet you keep wishin'
That the fish won't grab at your line.
La - zy - bones, loafin' through the day,
How you 'spect to make a dime that way?
You'll never make a dime that way. Never heard a word I say.
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