In the spring, I think of s** and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the gra**
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past
But of course I do all those things all the year 'round
I mean, all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a bag and get to work
If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk
Or indeed be bored to d**h, which is worse?
If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying
Not worth saying
Say it...