Had a restless feeling lately. What’s come over me?
I ought to be as happy as I can be.
Same old thing don’t satisfy me, Lord I wish I knew
Why I keep on looking for SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

Every time I gain control of my life and settle down,
My roots get itchy and shaky underground.
Every seed I ever sowed I reaped a thing or two,
But I’m always looking for SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

Now there ain’t a lot of difference between a rut and groove.
Clear blue skies can change into the blues.
Makes me want to flap my wings so I can say I flew
And went off looking for SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

When I die, don’t cry for me. Don’t grieve around my tomb.
Just tell ‘em I found me SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

Ya, I heard about the rollin’ stone where no moss ever grew.
But at least he got to roll to someplace new.
Some folks are scared to change, but when their lives are through.
I bet they wish they would have found SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

When I die, don’t cry for me. Don’t grieve around my tomb.
Just tell ‘em I found me SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.