Being Bored

Well, I don't spend any time in that corner of the room Cause it's too close to the door And I'm sure you'll come knockin' soon Enough to feed me a line about all the things you have to do You know, I have things to do too You're not the only one who has to do them (Uh uh) So I'll lay here for awhile Then finally get on my feet I start to shuffle down the street I stuck my tongue inside my cheek Before I pulled up a seat At that lousy corner bar Where all the showoff Bedford artists Sit discussing who they are-- I'm getting bored Of being bored I need attention I feel ignored! (That's right) Well i can't take it anymore I kick my stool and slam the door If there's a remedy for this I'm sure i probably can't afford it But i'll try anything At that time i had a foolish plan To mouth off to a polish man And have him kick my teeth in Just for something to do I might have a problem I need a clue Well when i finally got back up I cracked a smile and dusted off And then i smoked another cigarette And threw it at my silhouette I should call it a day Maybe come up with something else that might be Better for my self-esteem Or better for my health I'm just so bored Of being bored I need some attention I feel ignored!