I’m sat here on the sofa doing nothing, just killing time
Even thought about writing a silly little rhyme
I put my pen to paper then put it down again
Couldn’t muster any enthusiasm so I counted up to 10
I thought I’d pour myself a drink, a cold one made with ice
An orange juice, a splash of vodka and a little slice
I gulped the thing down in one which made me quite light headed
A mixture of booze and sun and I soon felt a little shredded.
I’m now sat on the sofa doing nothing but killing time
Wishing I was more active and not just craving wine.