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Lazy BonesLazy bonesSleeping, sleeping in a noon day sun Tell me, how you spect to get your days work done Days work done You'll never get your days work done Sleeping, lazy bones Sleeping in a noon day sun When day's dusk means praying I bet you keep praying That all the bugs fall off the vine And when you go fishing I bet you keep wishing That the fish would never never grab your line You old lazy bones Loafin, loafin all through the day Tell me how you spect to make a dime that way Dime that way You'll never make a dime that way Well look at him, lazy bones Never hear a word I say Lazy bones |