He was bored to the bone
Never picked up his phone
Said he would talk to nobody
Plug out the speakers of your party
He was bored to the bone
Lazy hours went by too soon
Got up and on a long holiday
Big Daddy’s credit card could pay
There was silence in the crowds
His ears bursting inside out
New language hit the town
The world got upside down
He’s a wasted, lazy log
He ain’t got no paying job
Mama’s searching a rich doll
Happy to marry her slob
He was bored to the bone
Did nothing but whine and groan
Youth is wasted on the young
A case of philosophers’ syndrome
