E / A / G
Better mosey on over And, try `n discover Why I'm so slow `cause I dunno... Whether to bother It seems like such an effort To try n' exert And, since I'm no expert Might as well sit for a spell Rather dwell than yell Maybe it's just as well If I let the situation Slip into desperation Then it won't matter what I do But, as of now My only excuse is to somehow Claim that I'm too lazy To lend a hand Rather be pushing up the daisy Than trying to understand Suppose I can only mosey along For so long Knowing I'm doing ya wrong For so long Slow to take responsibility For humanity Ding dong The doorbell's ringing It's the Grim Reaper And, look what he's bringing Digging 3 feet, 4 feet, 5 feet... deeper? 6 feet deep Making a hole for my body to keep `cause I'm too slow to know That I should get up and go, go, go! Rather be lazy and mosey to my grave Than to lend a hand and try n' save By the time I realize It's too late... I'm in for a slow and painful demise The messy moseys Pocket full of posies