My little girl, won't you come with me? Come with me, and tell me, ( throughout) Is there something to do? Is there something to do? Is there something to do? Is there something to do? {End Chorus} {Verse 2 (same as 1)} I'm going crazy with boredom. Come with me, and tell me. {Chorus} {Verse 3} Greay sky over a black town, I can feel depression all around. You've got your leather boots on. {Chorus} {Verse 4 (same as 3)} I can't stand another drink, It's surprising this town doesn't sink. You've got your leather boots on. {Chorus} {Verse 5 (same as 3 and 4)} Your pretty dress is oil-stained, from working too hard for too little. You've got your leather boots on. {Chorus} {Verse 6 (same as 3,4,5)} You're feeling the boredom too. I'd gladly go with you. I'd put your leather boots on. {Chorus} I'd put your pretty dress on. {Chorus} {Coda} Is there something to do? Is there something to do? Is there something to do? Is there something to do?