A wouldn't it be nice To get on with me neighbors But they make it very clear They've got no room for ravers They stop me from groovin' They bang on me wall They doing me crust in It's no good at all, ah Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry I close my eyes and drift away-a Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow Go blimey hello, Mrs. Jones How's old Bert's lumbago? (He mustn't grumble) Tweedle dee bite I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune Tweedle dee bite To sing in the khazi while you suss out the moon, oh yeah Lazy Sunday afternoon-a I've got no mind to worry-a Close my eyes and drift away-a Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee Doo, doo, doo There's no one to hear me There's nothing to say And no one can stop me From feeling this way, yeah Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry Close my eyes and drift away Lazy Sunday afternoon I've got no mind to worry Close my eyes and drift a Close my mind and drift away Close my eyes and drift away