I slept on a Serta
In my room last night
I didn't wake up til 3 PM
I just snoozed
And I snored aloud a zillion times
That I bled my lover's ears
Still lazy after all these years
Oh, still lazy after all these years

I'm not the kind of man
Who's known to socialize
I just lock my door
And sleep the night away
And I dream about lovely women
Who wear nothing but brazierres
Still lazy after all these years
Oh, still lazy after all these years

Slept all through morning
Crashed out, helpless
Sleeping my life a---way
Everyone's working
Why should I?
I still wanna get paid

Now I lay on my mattress
To doze off any second now
I feel so doggone tired
Every day
But if they deemed me a pillowhead
Still I wouldn't shed no tears
Still lazy after all these years
Oh, still lazy
Still lazy
Still lazy after all these years