"Lazy" lyrics

Every time I see a puppy on a summer's day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That's why I'm in such a hurry to pass the time away
Like that pup I'm all fed up and though it's wrong to be
I long to be lazy

I want to be lazy
I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done
Under that awning they call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep through that deep tangled wildwood
Counting sheep til' I sleep like a child would
With a great big valise full of books to read where it's peaceful
While I'm killing time, being lazy

I hate to hurry through life and worry
I'll be so glad when I am
Among the chickens with Mr. Dickens or Mr. Omar Khayyam
To keep me company. When I'm tired of poetry
I'm going to be there dozing, with birds composing
A pillowy-willowy melody

And when it showers, the bees and the flowers
Will be my umba-rella, until it's over, then in the clover
I'll dream of Rockefeller, as busy as a bee
Selling oil to you and me
I'll pity that man -
What an oil can he turned out to be

Lazy. I want to be lazy
I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done
Under that awning they call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep through that deep tangled wildwood
Counting sheep til' I sleep like a child would
With a great big valise full of books to read where it's peaceful
While I'm killing time, being lazy