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.