There may be nothing wrong with you br The way you live the work you do, br But I can surely plainly see br Exactly what is wrong with me. br With you there may be nothing wrong, br But here's my trouble all along br I do the thing that don't amount br To very much with no account. br It isn't that I'm indolent br or dodging duties quite intent br I work as hard as anyone br And yet I get so little done br I nibble this, I nibble that br but never finish what I'm at. br The morning goes the noon is near br Before I know the night is near. br And all around me I regret br The things I haven't finished yet. br If I could just get organized br I oftentimes may realize br Not all that matters is the man br The man must also have a plan br It really seems important though br I let a lot of matters go br and all around me I neglect br the things I haven't finished yet. br I work as hard as anyone br And yet I get so little done br I'd do so much you'd be surprised br If I could just get organized.