Nothing To Do Songtext

NOTHING TO DO (I. Davies/M. Hoste)----------------------------------I'm finding my feetabsolutely midseason mediocre streetI got nothing to saywant nothing to dowith people like youthere's nothing to seeyou see there's nothing like a good timewell I rememberI heard it on the radioand then Iread it in a magazinesteppin' on the same shoesand I've got nothing to do'cept turn over stonesand head for homeor someone like youI stare at the groundand wear out my shoesthe shoes with nowhere to goand nothing to doOh, read itread it in a magazinewatch people on the T.V. setwatch lovers on the movie screenproduce a mix in stereoturn on the radio forsomething to doand still there's nothing to dothere's nothing like a good timeand there certainly isn't anything newoh, honey, oh babynothing true[chorus]read itread it in a magazinethere's nothing like a good timeI'd have a better timea so much better timean eve nbetter timewith nothing to do