Every afternoon at three
Something wonderful comes over me,
I turn into a couch potato.
I have dreams of being young
Golf games with holes in one,
Exotic places to have fun.
It's a pleasant rest for me.
I give my thanks to La-Z-Boy
That magic couch gives me joy,
I wouldn't swap it for a bed.
I'm just a girl interupted,
Who gets her rest when she can,
Excuse me, the clock just struck three.