Being Bored

Well I don't spend any time in that corner of the room
'Cause it's too close to the door
And I'm sure you'll come knockin' soon enough
To feed me a line 'bout all the things you have to do
You know I have things to do too
You're not the only one who has to do them

So I lay there for a while and finally get on my feet
And start to shuffle down the street
I stuck my tongue inside my cheek before I
Pulled up a seat at that lousy corner bar
Where all the show-off Bedford artists
Sit discussing who they are

I'm getting bored
Of being bored
I need attention
I feel ignored

When I can't take it anymore
I kicked my stool and slammed the door
If there's a remedy for this I'm sure
I probably can't afford it
But I'll try anything
And at that time I had a foolish plan
To mouth off to a Polish man
And have him kick my teeth in
Just for something to do
I might have a problem
I need a clue

When I finally got back up
I cracked a smile and dusted off
And then I smoked another cigarette
And threw it at my silhouette
I should call it a day
And maybe come up with something else
That might be better for my self-esteem
Or better for my health

I'm just so bored
Of being bored
I need some attention
I feel ignored