Easy Street

Easy Street,      I’d love to live on Easy Street.

Nobody     works on Easy Street —

Just lie around all day,

Just sit and play the hor – ses.

Life is sweet      for folks who live on Easy Street

No w     eekly payments you must meet

That makes your hair turn grey.

When op – por – tu – nity comes knock – in’,

You just keep on with your rock – in’

‘Cause you know your for – tune’s made;

And if    the sun makes you per – spire,

There’s a man that you can hire

To plant trees so you    can have shade.

On Easy Street, I’m telling everyone I meet

If I could live on Easy Street

I’d want no job today,

So pl     ease    go ‘w     ay.