“Flowers on the Wall” is a song made famous by the country music group The Statler Brothers. Written and composed by the group’s original tenor, Lew DeWitt, the song peaked in popularity in January 1966, spending four weeks at No. 2 on the Billboard magazine Hot Country Singles chart, and reaching No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song was used in the soundtrack to the 1994 film Pulp Fiction and as the title theme of the 2001-2002 BBC Radio 4 sitcom Linda Smith’s A Brief History of Timewasting.

The song won the 1966 Grammy Award for Best Contemporary (R&R) Performance – Group (Vocal or Instrumental).

The Statler Brothers re-recorded the song in 1975 for their first greatest hits album for Mercury Records, The Best of The Statler Brothers. The song is also featured on Nancy Sinatra’s album Boots (1967).

From the album Flowers on the Wall
B-side “Billy Christian”
Released June 14, 1965
Recorded March 13, 1965
Genre Country
Length 2:19
Label Columbia 43315
Songwriter(s) Lew DeWitt
Producer(s) Don Law and Frank Jones

The Statler Brothers – Flowers on the Wall Lyrics

I keep hearing you’re concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you’re giving me is conscience, I guess
If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn’t worry none
While you and your friends are worrying about me, I’m having lots of fun

Counting flowers on the wall, that don’t bother me at all
Playing solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do

Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it’s hard to slow this swinger down
So please don’t give a thought to me, I’m really doing fine
You can always find me here and having quite a time

Counting flowers on the wall, that don’t bother me at all
Playing solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do

It’s good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway, my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete

Counting flowers on the wall, that don’t bother me at all
Playing solitaire ’til dawn with a deck of fifty one
Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do
Don’t tell me I’ve nothing to do