| Song | Too Lazy To Work, Too Nervous To Steal |
| Artist | BR5-49 |
| Album | This Is BR-549 |
| 作词 : Mead | |
| Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight | |
| In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side | |
| I had you out in my car in the parking lot | |
| Early next morning we were driving east | |
| Headed for the big city where I felt at least | |
| We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn't talk | |
| But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head | |
| And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said | |
| (chorus) | |
| There's only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain't the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don't you find yourself a life that's real | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Well we got to the city and you got a job | |
| Delivering the L.L.Bean catalogue | |
| I was bored and restless, didn't know where to go | |
| Late one evening after I got up | |
| My guitar and I found our way into a club | |
| I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor | |
| Well she looked at me but I couldn't go | |
| That familiar face said, do you want to know | |
| There's only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain't the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don't you find yourself a life that's real | |
| Too lazy to work, but too nervous to steal | |
| You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide | |
| No one's got respect for a man going over the side | |
| Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone | |
| That bus was on time you didn't have to wait long | |
| I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me | |
| Well that Greyhound was cool under the summer heat | |
| I could still see your face from my window seat | |
| I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief | |
| But after miles and miles of that highway has droned | |
| I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone | |
| There's only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain't the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don't you find yourself a life that's real | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Yo-do-lay-dee-hee |
| zuò cí : Mead | |
| Well I met you in the middle of a bar room fight | |
| In a cheap hotel on the Missouri side | |
| I had you out in my car in the parking lot | |
| Early next morning we were driving east | |
| Headed for the big city where I felt at least | |
| We could enjoy the weather as long as we didn' t talk | |
| But I spoiled it by speaking my swirly head | |
| And you rolled them eyes turned to me and said | |
| chorus | |
| There' s only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain' t the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don' t you find yourself a life that' s real | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Well we got to the city and you got a job | |
| Delivering the L. L. Bean catalogue | |
| I was bored and restless, didn' t know where to go | |
| Late one evening after I got up | |
| My guitar and I found our way into a club | |
| I saw the queen of diamonds work that big dance floor | |
| Well she looked at me but I couldn' t go | |
| That familiar face said, do you want to know | |
| There' s only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain' t the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don' t you find yourself a life that' s real | |
| Too lazy to work, but too nervous to steal | |
| You gave me 24 hours to pack up my bags and glide | |
| No one' s got respect for a man going over the side | |
| Well you went back to the station to make sure I was gone | |
| That bus was on time you didn' t have to wait long | |
| I saw the bright lights of Nashville disappear behind me | |
| Well that Greyhound was cool under the summer heat | |
| I could still see your face from my window seat | |
| I was so happy to see your crooked smile of relief | |
| But after miles and miles of that highway has droned | |
| I hear the last thing you said when we were all alone | |
| There' s only one thing you got wrong with you | |
| It ain' t the whole world looking at you | |
| Why don' t you find yourself a life that' s real | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Too lazy to work, too nervous to steal | |
| Yodolaydeehee |