Hot Toddy

It is a rainy Sunday afternoon, drinking Hot Toddy in the living-room
 And what else can I do? There's nothing to do, there's no place to go
 I turn on the TV and there's nothing to see
 I turn on the radio and I don't want to know
 And if I go to bed, there ain't no head, Hot Toddy Toddy ho.
 You say tomorrow is another day, I think the gloom will never go away
 And what else can you say, there's nothing to do, there's no place to go
 I turn on the TV and there's nothing to see
 I turn on the radio and I don't want to know
 And if I go to bed, there ain't no head, Hot Toddy Toddy ho.
 I put on my sheet and I got the blues
 I put on my clothes and I begin to rove
 I can't understand what's wrong, what's no good about me
 Don't know what it is but it is certainly
 And when I look in the mirror, it's nothing I can see.
 I walked down the street and who did I meet
 Nobody but you, with nothing to do
 I can't understand what's wrong, what's no good about me
 Don't know what it is but it is certainly
 And when I look in the mirror, it's nothing I can see.