Sam Cooper, Jerricat Music (SESAC), Red Heart Records, Jericat Group LLC
LAZY BASTARDS (featuring Chris Gantry)

Lyric Credits: Sam Cooper, Chris Gantry
Music Credits: Sam Cooper
Producer Credits: Sam Cooper
Publisher Credits: Jerricat Music (SESAC), Chris Gantry, Studio 33 Music (BMI)
Performance Credits: Chris Gantry (vocals), Sam Cooper (instruments)
Label Credits: Red Heart Records
Short Song Description:
Both writers knew some unsavory characters to draw from lyrically.
Story Behind the Song:
Using the music from another original instrumental song, Chet's Rag, we added lyrics to make it about people who screw over other people.
Song Length 2:38
Primary Genre Unique-Comedy
Tempo / Feel Folk-Americana
Tempo / Feel Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1 Gambling
Subject Matter 2 Crime, Theft
Mood 1 Sociable
Mood 2 Pleasant
Similar Artist 2 Tom Waits
Language English
Era 2000 and later
words and music by Chris Gantry and Sam Cooper ©2009 615-469--4067

Bunch of lazy bastards never work for anybody,
They sit outside their social clubs and sip their cappuccinos,
Joey Boots and Paulie, Vinnie the Clam and Dino,
Picking horses, dirty jokes, that's their only scene-o.
Lazy bastards hangin' around, waiting for their orders,
Rolling dice against the wall for nickels, dimes and quarters,
Cops walk by and close their eyes, for this, they get free pizza pies
And envelopes of Benny Franklins every Monday morning.

Lazy bastards,
Bad toupees and greasy hair,
And stogies stinkin' up the air,
Crazy bastards,
That's what I aspire to be.

Lazy bastards dressed in poly, cheatin' on the golf course,
Tax evasion, Ponzi schemes, financial fornication,
Separating widows from their IRA's and 401K's,
Leaving all the middle class gasping on the ground.

(repeat chorus)

When Wall Street started tumbling down, man, it wasn't pretty,
Took 81 to 40, ended up in Music City,
In a bar on Music Row, where all the lazy rednecks go,
And take a drinkin' break from doin' nothing all day long.

Everybody is or knows a country star,
Even though you never heard of who they are,
That's why they're all drinkin' in a sleaze ball bar.
Lazy bastards, young and old, tryin' to strike hillbilly gold.
Loafing around, throwing darts, shootin' pool,
Continue their education on a revolving stool.
They shake your hands after they scratch the family jewels,
And finally go home at 3 AM, but the next day they're back again.

Lazy bastards everywhere from Jamaica to Nepal,
Always somebody schlumpin' along or leanin' against a wall,
I might be acting over-zealous, to tell the truth, I'm really jealous,
Of all the lazy bastards who are lazier than me.
This is for all you lazy bastards who are sitting in front of me.