Things to do
Can't let my shoes pick dust up
Won't slow down
I can't afford to let up
Won't sit down
For fear I'd never get up
Just too many things to do
Have no fear
Of ever getting lazy
Up til dawn when things
Start getting hazy
Run around
'Til people think I'm crazy
Always finding things to do
Wish that we could get together
Can't say just when
Know that I should write a letter
No time to fill the pen
I make a date
But never seem to get there
Always late
And never going nowhere
Must be fate
I always end up elsewhere
Just too many things to do
Man I'm tired
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Things to do
Can't let my shoes pick dust up
Won't slow down
I can't afford to let up
Won't sit down
For fear I'd never get up
Just too many things to do
Have no fear
Of ever getting lazy
Up til dawn when things
Start getting hazy
Run around
'Til people think I'm crazy
Always finding things to do
Wish that we could get together
Can't say just when
Know that I should write a letter
No time to fill the pen
I make a date
But never seem to get there
Always late
And never going nowhere
Must be fate
I always end up elsewhere
Just too many things to do
Man I'm tired
Can't let my shoes pick dust up
Won't slow down
I can't afford to let up
Won't sit down
For fear I'd never get up
Just too many things to do
Have no fear
Of ever getting lazy
Up til dawn when things
Start getting hazy
Run around
'Til people think I'm crazy
Always finding things to do
Wish that we could get together
Can't say just when
Know that I should write a letter
No time to fill the pen
I make a date
But never seem to get there
Always late
And never going nowhere
Must be fate
I always end up elsewhere
Just too many things to do
Man I'm tired
Writer: CARL COCCOMO
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Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING