I was born bored
I was born with a glazed look in my eye
And my mother picked me up and I let out a sigh
And she showed me out the window
And I shrugged at what I saw
I grew up bored and I'm bored still
And I sat and I yawned as I watched other people
Trying to get themselves a thrill
And I dreamed that I was dying
Then I woke up and I was dying still
Born bored
What's a boy to do?
Hold me my darling
Hold me the whole night through