I keep hearin’ you’re concerned about my happiness.
But all that thought you’re givin’ me is conscience I guess.
If I was walkin’ in your shoes, I wouldn’t worry none.
While you ‘n’ your friends are worried about me I’m havin’ lots of fun.
Countin’ flowers on the wall.
That don’t bother me at all.
Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one.
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo.
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothin’ to do.