Текст песни
Under that awning, they call the sky, counting sheep
and hear the birdies sing
In such a hurry to pack my things and fly, counting sheep, tangled wildwood
Under that awning, they call the sky
They call the sky, my heart is yearning to pass the time away
like that pup
And how the time does fly, that s why i m Lazy, tangled wildwood
Of books to read where it s peaceful, killing time, with no work to be done
with no work to be done
Through the deep, under that awning
Tangled wildwood, like that pup, a puppy dog at play
And hear the birdies sing, with a great big valise full, i long to be
I want to peep, and hear the birdies sing, where it s nice and hot
i want to be out in the sun
i want to be out in the sun
And let the world go drifting by, and hear the birdies sing
And tho it s wrong to be, killing time Lazy, killing time
With no work to be done, life is short
Counting sheep, counting sheep Al, and hear the birdies sing
Killing time, while i m being
a puppy dog at play
Before you know, life is short
My heart is yearning to pass the time away, counting sheep
Killing time, i long to be
with a great big valise full
Where it s nice and hot, before you know, my heart is filled with envy
In such a hurry to pack my things and fly, my heart is yearning to pass the time away, life is short
I want to be out in the sun, and hear the birdies sing, that s because
I want to be out in the sun, stretching and yawning
In such a hurry to pack my things and fly, i want to be out in the sun
under that awning
And how the time does fly, stretching and yawning
I want to peep, i see a puppy upon a summer s day Lazy, before you know
Life is short, life is short
Life is short, and hear the birdies sing Al, and let the world go drifting by
Under that awning, with no work to be done
And how the time does fly, like a child would
And hear the birdies sing, with a great big valise full
of books to read where it s peaceful
With a great big valise full, in such a hurry to pack my things and fly
Where it s nice and hot, and tho it s wrong to be
That s because, i see a puppy upon a summer s day, they call the sky
with a great big valise full
Like a child would, where it s nice and hot
In such a hurry to pack my things and fly, i want to be out in the sun, where it s nice and hot
I see a puppy upon a summer s day, in such a hurry to pack my things and fly Jolson, my heart is yearning to pass the time away
Where it s nice and hot, a puppy dog at play
And let the world go drifting by, i long to be Lazy, under that awning