the wutars

I was born in the country
That’s where I was made
And I would waste my days away
Moved to the city
Where there’s money to be gained
And I would waste my days away
 
My dear, a scoundrel is a gentleman
Genteel as he is shameful
Bound around and waste my day
I’m pleased to meet you
But I’ll not know your name
 
‘Cause I just waste my days away
I just waste my days away
Time will chase my days away
 
What’s stopping, what’s stopping you
Potential volcano?
Sound around and waste my day
Our Christine of Kitchener
He live for the day
 
And I just waste my days away
I just waste my days away
Time will chase my days away