Nothing to Do

Amen, I'm finding my feet

Absolutely midseason mediocre street

And I got nothing to say too

Want nothing to do

With people like you

And now there'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

Stepping on the same shoe

Ooh

And I got nothing to do

Except turn over stones

Then I head for home

Or someone like you

Now I stare at the ground

And wear out my shoes

Those shoes have nowhere to go

And nothing to do

Read it

Read it in a magazine

And watching people on their TV sets

I watch the lovers on the movie screen

Projecting, mixing stereo

I turn on the radio

For something to do

And still there's nothing to do

And now there's nothing

Like a good time

And then there certainly isn't anything new

Oh, honey

Oh, baby

Now, now, there's nothing true

Ooh

Stepping on the same shoe

Ooh

And I got nothing to do

Except turn over stones

I head for home

To 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