When i woke up this mornin' i felt a pang.
I was hungerin' for some apple pie.
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.
Washed the sleep out of my eye.
Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.
Scratched myself a bit.
Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.
Closest thing i could find to apple pie.
Lingerin' taste of toothpaste
Made the milk go down a bit funny.
But you know, them chex they do satisfy.
Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.
So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.
Had my mind set to hit them streets.
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.
Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.
It's my day.
Since i was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. if i
Set my mind down to it i could be a big man in the public eye. so
With my big blue collar on, i set out to find the easy way. what an
Ice cold bath it was when i found you had to pay to play. to taste
The taste it's a tease that never would subside. the taste is strong
But soured by my learned eyes. well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
He'd get down on his knees to pray. this little snappy boy might see
The light this ground hog's day.
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