Wich side of this playground
of instability
do I have to take care of?
I got no tools to dig up the wheets,
no talent to make it nice and neat.

The grass is always greener on the
othet side.
What a pity for me, poor little me
as comfortible as I am, I don't work hard
shortcuts are my melody.


People call me lazy
how flattering that is
cause I love the easy way.
Oh boy.
My hands are so soft
and I mostly stay in bed.
They call me: "Shallow fallow li'll Roy."


Once I had a girl, a lovely miss Tracy
but I blew the whole thing
cause I only wanna sing
I couldn't understand why she called me lazy.


Tracy called me lazy
how flattering that was
cause I love the easy way.
Oh boy.
My hands are so soft
and I mostly stay in bed.
So they call me: "Shallow fallow li'll Roy."


She screamed that I was crazy
a selfrightious childish baby
I tolt her that she hurt me
and then she hit right between my eyes.
Aaaaaah, oooooh, poor little me.


So isn't that amazing
no-one understands me
poor little me.
I want my li'll Tracy back
but I rather think that I give up,
I let her go.
Don't wanna fight,
easier that way you know.


On my side of the playground
of insanity,
I'm gonna nourish everyday.
I don't need no tools or shovels
but a lot of talents to make my day.