Tony Bennett, Barbra Streisand
It's a Lazy Afternoon, and the beetle bugs are zoomin' and the tulip trees
and there's not another human in view, but us two.
It's a Lazy Afternoon, and the farmer leaves his reapin', in the meadow cows
and the speckled trout stop leapin' upstream as we dream.
A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill, unfoldin' like a rose.
If you hold my hand and sit real still you can hear the grass as it grows.
It's a Lazy Afternoon, and I know a place that's quite 'cept for daisies
and ther's no one passing by it to see.
Come spend this Lazy Afternoon with me.