I'm finding my feet   absolutely midseason mediocre street   I got nothing to say   want nothing to do   with people like you   there's nothing to see   you see there's nothing like a good time   well I remember   I heard it on the radio   and then I   read it in a magazine      steppin' on the same shoes   and I've got nothing to do   'cept turn over stones   and head for home   or someone like you   I stare at the ground   and wear out my shoes   the shoes with nowhere to go   and nothing to do      Oh, read it   read it in a magazine   watch people on the T.V. set   watch lovers on the movie screen   produce a mix in stereo   turn on the radio for   something to do      and still there's nothing to do   there's nothing like a good time   and there certainly isn't anything new   oh, honey, oh baby   nothing true      [chorus]      read it   read it in a magazine   there's nothing like a good time   I'd have a better time   a so much better time   an even better time   with nothing to do