Bobby Darin — Distractions Pt. 1

I'm sitting by the window Trying to write a song Gotta do another album Before too long Girl across the alley Shows up with no clothes on Well I try not to look In fact I turn away Gotta concentrate On what I have to say After all ideas Is what this boy grows on Too many distractions Making infractions On my mind And my time Oh, yeah I'm relaxing in a trailer In between the shows I like to know What the late news knows But they're running the same war They had on last evening So I get up off the couch And I change the channel There's a group of broke girls Setting on a panel Telling each other the war is something They don't believe in Too many distractions Even bad reactions On my mind Waste my time Ho hum Now I love to get away So I go up to the current Put my pole in the water Let my neck get burnt Waiting for trout And getting next to nature But then I hear a giggle And it becomes a laugh A woman of forty Wants my autograph So I sign an old napkin And she says I used to hate you Too many distractions False retractions Guilty minds Turning kind Oh, yeah I'm sleeping on the porch Overlooking the lake The screen door opens Now I'm awake Three sillouettes ask me If a want to join a party But I'm still half asleep So I think it's a joke But I follow the smell Of the sweet sour smoke And there on the floor Are Tom, Kate and Marty Too many distractions Making subtractions From my time And my mind