Being Bored

Well, I don't spend any time in that corner of the room

'cause it's too close to the door

And I'm sure you'll come knockin' soon

Enough to feed me a line about all the things you have to do

You know, I have things to do too

You're not the only one who has to do them

(uh uh)

So I'll lay here for awhile

Then finally get on my feet

I start to shuffle down the street

I stuck my tongue inside my cheek

Before I pulled up a seat

At that lousy corner bar

Where all the showoff Bedford artists

Sit discussing who they are--

I'm getting bored

Of being bored

I need attention

I feel ignored!

(that's right)

Well i can't take it anymore

I kick my stool and slam the door

If there's a remedy for this

I'm sure i probably can't afford it

But i'll try anything

At that time i had a foolish plan

To mouth off to a polish man

And have him kick my teeth in

Just for something to do

I might have a problem

I need a clue

Well when i finally got back up

I cracked a smile and dusted off

And then i smoked another cigarette

And threw it at my silhouette

I should call it a day

Maybe come up with something else that might be

Better for my self-esteem

Or better for my health

I'm just so bored

Of being bored

I need some attention

I feel ignored!