I've got no ambition, guess I'm out of place

Cos I'd rather go fishing than run in the race



I'm naturally lazy but what can I do I?

I was born in the wrong place, wrong time too



Just working for money working for pay

All seems so pointless day after day



I'm happy dreaming and it's good for my health

And only when I'm dreaming am I really myself



Some people say its just running away

But then everyone's running somewhere

And I still believe that the best we can do

Is to know where we are and be there



For what we call progress

We're selling our soul



And there's just too much going on out there

Beyond my control