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
