Well I woke this morning about a quarter-to-ten
Stared up at the ceiling, fell asleep again
Woke up once more about a quarter-to-four
Dragged my body up and put my feet on the floor
I didn't shave
Didn't comb my hair
Didn't iron my clothes and I didn't care
I'm feeling kind of funny
I'm not funny usually
I think I'm coming down with apathy
Well I'm eating my breakfast at a quarter-to-five
The boss is probably wondering if I'm still alive
I won't call him; he won't be calling me today
The phone's off the hook and it can stay that way
My body's inactive
My mind is drained
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I don't care about you
I don't care about me
I got a bad case of apathy
My girl comes around about a quarter-to-six
Says the way I'm acting has her in a fix
She's all dressed up for some fancy affair
Baby, I don't think we're going anywhere
My body's inactive
My mind is drained
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
I don't care about you
I don't care about me
I got a bad case of apathy
Oh, I don't care where my life is going
Hey, I wasn't doing that much with it anyway
Well now it's late in the day and soon I'll go back to sleep
I'm not too concerned about the hours I keep
Maybe tomorrow my boss will understand
Maybe I'll end up with lots more time on my hands
But I still won't shave
Still won't comb my hair
Won't iron my clothes
And I still won't care
I kinda like this laziness that's come over me
I don't care if I ever lose this apathy
Well don't tell me 'bout your troubles 'cause I really don't care
Lord, I got those apathy blues