Liedje van niks

Phew, this still needs to be done
And that needs to go somewhere
Will I manage it all?
Where do I even start

I need to call our mother, order wine
Send invoices
Will I manage it all? I only have an hour left
Because in an hour, we have to go on vacation
It wasn't my idea, initially
I could have said: 'No, I'm not going'
But I had to do it anyway
For the sake of peace
I could have said:
'I'm too busy'
But yeah, you also have to invest
In your marital happiness, right

So we're going, okay, we're going
You just tell me where to
You just tell me what time
You just load the car
And just shout when you're ready
(Is it too far, would you rather stay home?)
No, no, I'm going, I'm going
I've said it, I've said it
How many times
Don't get me worked up now
Or there will be trouble
Don't piss me off now
Or you'll go alone
(It's the same every year)
Oh, now we'll have it
I did it again
You wanted to go on vacation, and I had to come along
It was supposedly good for the relationship
You wanted a mid-term evaluation
Well then (well then), well then (well then)
Well then (well then), it's
Nothing, nothing, it's nothing, it's all nothing
Nothing, nothing, a song of nothing

I only hear the popping
Of a ball on a paddle
The splashing and the sloshing
Of the people and the sea
I only feel the sun, the sand, the breeze
I only see some blue through my eyelashes
It took me days to be able to do what I do:
Nothing, in all sorts of degrees
With effort, I let go
With effort, I give in to
Nothing, in seven variations:
Lying and walking, sleeping and making love, eating
Drinking, bathroom
Lying and walking, sleeping and making love, eating
Drinking, bathroom

From the tent to the bathroom
From the bathroom to the sea
From the sea to the table and then eating
Eating is difficult without a glass of wine or two
So after a while, I forget everything again...

By the way, where did we get this bottle from?
From the Super U? Well, they know a thing or two
We should import some, but
Let's have another one to unlearn it

Sweetheart, by the way, sorry
About the day of departure
But yeah, you know me
You know by now: a bit of a musician
Who lives on his emotions
You know by now: I'm a musician
And I have no clue at all
(That's what I mean)
About the things around me
When I work on my hit
I already feel inside exactly how it is
I feel it in my gut and I'm right
In no time, I'll be famous and rich
But today, I'm just... your man
And I'll prove it... in the tent

Ah, life is so beautiful and life is so fine
When there are seven variations of doing nothing
(Nothing, nothing, all nothing
Nothing, nothing, all nothing)

Nothing, nothing, a song of nothing