sit around all day, remote control glued to my hand, just waiting for a visit from ed mcmahon. opportunity is knocking but i can't open the door 'cause i'm shit-faced drunk passed out on the kitchen floor. i'm a bum. waiting for my fortune to fall into my lap bit if i gotta work for it, i'd rather take a nap. i can't eat, i can't sleep. i can play nintendo. but if you paid me to go to work i still wouldn't go. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. sit round all day and get nothin' done. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. that's right i'm a bum. the boobtube replaced the dog as mans best friend. it doesn't shit on the floor and always has an ear to lend. nacho supreme, a pizza, ten hours of tv is all my life will ever be. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. sit around all day and get nothin' done. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. if i could pick lotto numbers like i pick my nose, i could escape the life of being an average joe. 'til then i'll sit round all day, remote control in hand. just waiting for a visit from ed mcmahon. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. sit around all day and get nothin' done. i'm a bum, i'm a bum. i'm a dirty stinkin' bum. |