Lyrics:

Busy-ness is better than idleness.

Here is a story that's sad but true,
about a fellow who lives in a shoe.
The lure of a task he cannot resist.
And there's never quite enough to do.

My hands are complicated, complicated thoughts.
My thoughts are complicated too.
My hands are busy days.
My hands like busy days - they don't like holidays.

Here is the dread & the weightlessness that comes where there is nothing to do,
and who has not heard of the Hesperus -
helpless, awash & askew?

Busy-ness or Idleness?

It's a flurry of awkwardnesses that signals the lack of a clue.
Monstrous indeed are the consequences when there's never quite enough to do.

My hands are complicated -
What me prevaricate?
Why, you know the consequence of not enough to do!
My hands are Katzenjammers -
Little kids, big hammers.
My hands are Katzenjammers -
Grown men stare & stammer.

Busy-ness is better than idleness.

My hands articulated complicated thoughts.
My thoughts are complicated, complicated too.
My hands are semaphores.
Some semaphores are paradoxes.
My hands are semaphores.
Some semaphores are... ha!