I'm finding my feet

absolutely midseason 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

[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