
Sitting At Home
(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)
Sitting at home, sitting at home—
Lordy, ain't it fine to be.
We put on the kettle and we make some tea,
I tell you I'm enjoying your company,
You pat me on the hand and you smile at me
And we're just sitting at home.
And everything's all right;
Everything's okay.
I used to do a lot of fussing around
But I couldn't carry on that way.
So everything's all right;
Everything is good.
We're sitting and watching the universe
Unfold the way it should.
Taking a bath, taking a bath—
Lordy, ain't it nice to be
Soaking in the tub for an hour or three
With a tall Bloody Mary sitting next to me,
Thinking over matters of philosophy
While I'm here taking a bath.
And everything's all right;
Everything's okay.
I used to do a lot of fussing around
But I couldn't carry on that way.
So everything's all right;
Everything is good.
I'm sitting and watching the universe
Unfold the way it should.
Lying in bed, lying in bed—
Lordy, ain't it sweet to be.
It's Saturday morning with the whole day free,
There isn't anywhere that we need to be,
And the next thing we know it's a quarter to three
And we're still lying in bed.
And everything's all right;
Everything's okay.
I used to do a lot of fussing around
But I couldn't carry on that way.
So everything's all right;
Everything is good.
We're sitting and watching the universe
Unfold the way it should.
Everything's all right;
Everything's okay.
We all do a lot of fussing around
But we can't carry on that way.
So everything's all right;
Everything is good.
We're sitting and watching the universe
Unfold the way it should.
Yeah, everything's all right;
We're not getting fussed. We're just
Sitting and watching the universe
Unfold the way it must.
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