Can you get up off the couch,
With that remote in your hand
And a mountain of grains in the bowl
All the shells are on your shirt!
You don't do anything
With your newspaper that doesn't end!
You're sitting here
And only gripe all day
If you don't give me, who will?
If you don't bring me, who will?
If you don't have mercy for me, who will?
And you love me
When will you find a job?
And all the time with your friends
You're going to wander around
Such a waste, it hurts
When will you get your hair cut?
(In another day)
You always say: In another day!
And only sitting here
And only croak and gripe
If you don't give me...
You say:
I want, I don't want, I'm fine, It isn't bad for me
Of course you're fine
I want, I don't want, I'm fine, It isn't bad for me
Of course it isn't bad for you, why would it be?
I don't want, banal, conventional
I don't understand, it's always the same
I want, I don't want, I'm fine, it isn't bad for me
But why are you never happy?
If you don't let him, who will?
If you don't bring him, who will?
If you don't have mercy for him, who will?
Because without you he's really miserable!