Laying around home
With a ball game on
Feeling fairly fine
Blackberry jam
Is cooking in the pan
And the jam and the cook are mine
I like my honey from
The hives of home
And berries from my old vine
And I like to get my loving
While I got it on my mind
My dog is asleep
At my bare feet
It's a good day for laying around
Just her and me
And it's Saturday
Everybody's gone to town
We've been working hard
And she gets tired
That puts me in a bind
Cause I like to get my loving
While I got it on my mind
Then she looks at me
And I can see
That old familiar look
And the jam is sweet
As she lowers the heat
To give it time to cook
Then I lock the door
And across the floor
To my queen of woman kind
Yeah, I like to get my loving
While I got it on my mind
Now boys, don't you be
Ramble and free
And leaving the girls to cry
Cause the nights get cold
And there ain't no gold
That'll ever satisfy
And there ain't no joy
That'll come to you, boys
Like the kind I've known at times
When I go right on in that lover
While I got in on my mind
Yeah, I like to get my loving
While I got in on my mind