Lazy Bones

Lazy bones
Sleeping, sleeping in a noon day sun
Tell me, how you spect to get your days work done
Days work done
Youll never get your days work done
Sleeping, lazy bones
Sleeping in a noon day sun
When days dusk means praying
I bet you keep praying
That all the bugs fall off the vine
And when you go fishing
I bet you keep wishing
That the fish would never never grab your line
You old lazy bones
Loafin, loafin all through the day
Tell me how you spect to make a dime that way
Dime that way
Youll never make a dime that way
Well look at him, lazy bones
Never hear a word
I say Lazy bones