Lazybones by Ben Eyler

When I was a young boy,
I just stayed on my bed,
I wouldn't stand in the window,
I just laid there instead,
my momma took me to the doctor,
and put me on my back,
I fell asleep on the table,
the dock gave me a whack,
said this boy is just lazy,
call him lazybones,
when the teacher called recess,
the other kids ran around,
they played ring-a-round-the-rosie,
but I was already down,
the other kids, they didn't like me,
they didn't know what to think,
they were smoking in the toilet,
while I was sleeping in the sink,
they started calling me lazy,
called me lazybones,

I left home when I was eighteen,
times got tough,
I sang in the subway,
they tossed change into my cup,
I was sleeping in a train car,
when a cop came in,
he woke me up with his nightstick,
he poked me on the chin,
started hollering lazy,
hollering lazybones