Nothing to Do

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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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