I give myself very good advice But I very seldom take it I give myself my most solemn word But I fear I often break it I don't know why it's so hard for me To behave the way I should be My mind says: I am not listening La, la, la, la, la I make myself very lofty goals But I very seldom keep them And as for rewards for self-control Well, I fear I rarely reap them It's all very well, but I stop to think It all goes to hell when I'm on the brink My mind says: I am not listening La, la, la, la, la And all that advice, I've heard it before I should be nice, reserved and demure And if I should hear a knock on the door I should check twice, just to be sure And if there's a rabbit hole in the floor I should stay put, and not go explore But my mind says: I am not listening La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I am not listening La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I am not listening La, la, la, la, la