The sky above is misty blue and hazy
My troubles all seem miles away,
Even Mr. Bumblee Bee acts lazy
This is a lazy kind of day
The breeze is sighing softly through the treetops
In a soft half hearted kind of way
If you listen you can hear a pin drop,
This is a lazy kind of day
A day meant especially to dream in Everything is quiet and serene
You could be a famous star while scheming
Or you could be a millionaire, close your eyes and dream
A lazy, dazy hammock barely moving
Do not disturb a sign display
Every dream I dream just keeps improving
This is a lazy kind of day.