Sure do! Woke up with a case of it this morning.

No vacuuming, no dusting, no yard work, no bill paying, no turnin' knobs of cook stoves. I might need a bottle of "Guilt Begone" later in the day, but I'm too douflous to worry about that right now.

Maybe I'll take a nap, if that doesn't seem too much like work.

Sometimes on a Saturday after a week of 60 hours
Oh-oh-oh, sometimes on Saturday after a week of 60 hours
Cain't work no more for no one. My old battery's out of power.
The sun come up that mornin'
But it don't stir me from my bed
I just reach for the covers
Pull the pillow over my head

Douflousity bug done bit me, but it don't make me blue
Oh-oh douflousity bug done bit me, but it don't make me blue
Think I'll stay here in pajamas til the clock says half past two.
The lawn mower's in the driveway
The dustpan's by the door
Feel Momma turnin' in her grave
But I just don't care no more

I ain't gonna lift a finger to bring order to this place
No-o-o-ain't gonna lift a finger to try to bring order to this place
Ain't sure I'm even gonna make any move to feed my face.
My boy is at his Daddy's
'Til Monday rolls around
If there's music at the Bayou
Tonight I might roll into town

Sometimes on a Saturday after a week of 60 hours
Oh-oh-oh, sometimes on Saturday after a week of 60 hours
Cain't work no more for no one. My old battery's out of power.