I've been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness   But all that thought you're giving me is conscience I guess   If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none   While you and your friends're worryin' bout me I'm having lots of fun   Countin' flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all   Playin' solitare till dawn with a deck of fifty one   Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo   Now don't tell me I've nothing to do don't tell me I've nothing to do      Last night I dressed in tails pretended I was on the town   As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down   So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doing fine   You can always find me here and having quite a time   Countin' flowers on the wall...   [ guitar ]   It's good to see you I must go I know I look afright   Anyway my eyes are not a custom to the slight   And my shoes are not a custom to this hard time street   So I must go back to my room and make my day complete   Countin' flowers on the wall...   Don't tell me I've nothing to do