Flowers On the Wall

I’ve been hearin’you’re concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you’re giving me is conscience I guess
If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn’t worry none
While you and your friends’re worryin’bout me I’m having lots of fun
Countin’flowers on the wall that don’t bother me at all
Playin’solitare till dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do Last night I dressed in tails pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it’s hard to slow this swinger down
So please don’t give a thought to me I’m really doing fine
You can always find me here and having quite a time
Countin’flowers on the wall…
It’s good to see you I must go I know I look afright
Anyway my eyes are not a custom to the slight
And my shoes are not a custom to this hard time street
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Countin’flowers on the wall…
Don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do