The Can't Be Arsed Blues

[Verse 1]
I got a list as long as my arm,
Fix the sink, and paint the barn.
But here I sit, in my chair,
Staring off into the middle of air.

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m bored but I just can’t be arsed,
My ambition’s stalled, completely sparse.
Got a world to conquer, but here I recline,
Doing nothing at all—yeah, that suits me fine.

[Verse 2]
The phone keeps ringing, but I won’t budge,
Could be the bank or my second cousin, Fudge.
The laundry's calling, the garden too,
But they can wait—what’s the rush to do?

[Prechorus]
I’m stuck in a loop, a lazy parade,
Motivation packed up and went on holiday.

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m bored but I just can’t be arsed,
My energy’s fled, my engine’s unparsed.
Got dreams in my pocket, but I’ll let ‘em stew,
Why chase the stars when I’ve got this view?

[Bridge]
Oh, the clock ticks slow, it mocks my plight,
I could write a novel—nah, not tonight.
I’d get up to dance, but why take the chance?
When doing zilch feels so advanced.