I'm finding my feet

Absolutely mid season mediocre street

I got nothing to say

Want nothing to do

With people like you

There's nothing to see

You see there's nothing like a good time

Well I remember

I heard it on the radio

And then I

Read it in a magazine

Steppin' on the same shoes

And I've got nothing to do

'Cept turn over stones

And head for home

Or someone like you

I stare at the ground

And wear out my shoes

The shoes with nowhere to go

And nothing to do

Oh, read it

Read it in a magazine

Watch people on the T.V. set

Watch lovers on the movie screen

Produce a mix in stereo

Turn on the radio for

Something to do

And still there's nothing to do

There's nothing like a good time

And there certainly isn't anything new

Oh, honey, oh baby

Nothing true

Read it

Read it in a magazine

There's nothing like a good time

I'd have a better time

A so much better time

An even better time

With nothing to do