2 Much 2 Do

Daniel got delivered to the house down the street

By John the Revelator and half the British fleet

He walks into the room where it's started to sleet

The carpet's start to crawl, the walls are on the creep

Too much to do, too much to do, too much to do

Too much to do, too much to do, too much!

Everybody's making it, thirty-seven bottles of wine

Commander of the fleet, he wants to know the time

But Serenader's lost somewhere in Viet-nine

Won't make it 'til tomorrow, so she eats a bowl of slime

Too much to do, too much to do, too much to do