| I’m sitting by the side of a river
|
| Underneath the pale blue sky
|
| I’ve got no need to worry, I’m in no hurry
|
| I’m looking at the world go by
|
| Just sitting in the midday sun
|
| Just soaking up that currant bun
|
| With no particular purpose or reason
|
| Sitting in the midday sun
|
| Everybody say I’m lazy
|
| They all tell me get a job you slob
|
| I’d rather be a hobo walking round with nothing
|
| Than a rich man scared of losing all he’s got
|
| So I’m just sitting in the midday sun
|
| Just soaking up that currant bun
|
| Why should I have to give my reasons
|
| For sitting in the midday sun
|
| Oh look at all the ladies
|
| Looking their best in their summer dresses
|
| Oh sitting in the sun
|
| I’ve got no home
|
| I’ve got no money
|
| But who needs a job when it’s sunny. |
| Wah Wah
|
| I haven’t got a steady occupation
|
| And I can’t afford a telephone
|
| I haven’t got a stereo, radio or video
|
| A mortgage, overdraft, or a bank loan
|
| The only way that I can get my fun
|
| Is by sitting in the midday sun
|
| With no particular purpose or reason
|
| Sitting in the midday sun
|
| Oh listen to the people who
|
| Say I’m a failure and I’ve got nothing
|
| Ah but if they would only see
|
| I’ve got my pride
|
| I’ve got no money
|
| But who needs a job when it’s sunny. |
| Wah Wah
|
| Everybody thinks I’m crazy
|
| And everybody says I’m dumb
|
| But when I see the people shouting at each other
|
| I’d rather be an out of work bum
|
| So I’m just sitting in the midday sun
|
| Just soaking up that currant bun
|
| With no particular purpose or reason
|
| Sitting in the midday sun |