You Can't Be Happy By Doing Something

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

Now All The Criminals In Their Suits And Ties Are Free To Drink Martinis And Watch The Sunrise

Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.