Song Description

an ode to inactivity

Lyrics

© 1992 Marilyn A. Rucker



NOTHIN'

AKA: "HYMN FOR THE MIDDLE AGED YUPPIE"
OR "I GOT THOSE CHRONIC FATIGUE SYNDROME BLUES"


(DO WAH DO. AH DO WHADAWEDO? AH DO AH DO. WAHDO.. AH DO WHADAWE DO? WE'RE DOIN')
NOTHIN'
(IN PARTICULAR)
NOTHIN'
(NO, NOT A THING AT ALL).

WE'RE JUST SITTIN' AROUND IN OUR FAT CLOTHES,
WATCHING' THE PAINT ON THE WALL.
WE'RE NOT GONNA WEED THE GARDEN
WE'RE NOT GONNA BAKE A PIE.
I'M NOT WRITIN' ON MY NOVEL
YOU'RE NOT CLEANIN' UP THAT STY
(WE CALL THE BEDROOM)
OH NO WE'RE DOIN' NOTHIN' TONIGHT.

(WAH DO. WAH DO. WHADAWE DO AH DO AH)
(SOMETHIN')
I'M SO TIRED OF TRYIN' TO THINK OF
(SOMETHIN')
TO PASS THE TIME.
I WORK HARD ALL DAY, OR AT LEAST I PRETEND TO
AND THAT PUTS A BIG STRAIN ON MY MIND.
WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE A SPAM TOSS
WE'RE NOT GONNA HANG GLIDE NUDE
WE'RE NOT MAKIN' LITTLE SCULPTURES
OUT OF DRIED-UP BABY FOOD
(SOME OTHER TIME, SURE)
BABY, WE'RE DOIN' NOTHIN TONIGHT

FRIENDS CALL ME UP TO GO OUT TO THE CLUBS
THEY'LL BE UP EATING PANCAKES AT THREE
THEY ASK ME IF WE WANT TO TAG ALONG
I SAY NO NO NO NO NO.
(NOT ESPECIALLY)

(NOTHIN')
THAT'S ALL I WANT TO DO NOW
(NOTHIN')
NO STIMULI FOR ME..
LET'S POP TWO T.V DINNERS IN THE MICROWAVE,
SIT DOWN AND PUT UP OUR FEET.
OH I KNOW THEY CALL US BORING
(WHOEVER THEY MAY BE.)
BUT BORING FOLKS'LL LIVE TILL THEY'RE 103.
AND THERE'S NOTHIN' IN THE WORLD
THAT I WOULD RATHER DO
THAN SIT AROUND DOIN' NOTHIN'
WITH YOU.

(WAH DO. WAH DO WHADAWE DO? AH DO AH DO.WAH DO. WAH DO. WHADAWE DO? WE'RE DOIN' NOTHIN')