Its just a lazy rock and roll radio Sunday afternoon  Youve been gone for days  Moms got cops looking out for you  Were just laying on the couch  Watching T.V., Im watching you  For that look and crooked grin  So I can do things I shouldnt do  To you    Waste away in midtown baby  That aint hard to do (Im in how bout you?)  A couple lazy rock and roll kids  With nothin better to do    Fill the bath with roses  And Ill sit and read to you  Emily Dickinsons journals  Or Paris on a budget for two  Then well just get you dressed and go to the show  By the door we got an excuse  To go home where the candles are  And spend all our money on booze  With you