| I woke about nine
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| Opened up my eyes
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| Figured it’s time to rise
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| Threw the curtains open wide
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| And peeped outside — yo the weather was fine!
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| I knew that was a sign that today would be a good day
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| I popped a CD on, jumped in the shower
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| Sploshed and washed till I’m fresh like a flower
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| Next grab a towel and I dry myself off
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| I grab my vest cos next it’s time to get dressed
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| White socks, my fubu boxers
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| Clean white jeans and this mean white top what zips down the side of my neck
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| To my left shoulder blade
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| Feel like I just got paid today
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| YEAH!
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| Brushed my teeth and my hair then I popped my contacts in and binned the
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| containers
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| Put on my trainers
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| Out the front door, waved «hi!"to the neighbours
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| OH!
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| What a Glorious thing
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| Waking up in the morning baby
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| Oh!
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| What a glorious thing
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| Get to have a whole day!
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| HEY!
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| So I hop on my stolen bike and ride
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| Down the Kingsland road (whoah)
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| Bouncing over speed bumps calves pump pedals
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| The way I ramp that plank I deserved a frigging medal
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| Petrol fumes looms as my bike zooms
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| Stuck behind a bus and its rough so I cough
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| Which reminds me, when the sun’s blistering I’m gonna have to take an anti-histamine
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| Or else I’ll get stressed again
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| Sneeze so hard I split my vest again
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| Vex my chest till I’m depressed again
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| No way pos, sis!
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| So I drop by the office
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| Check out my emails
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| Females blowing up my inbox
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| Boom!
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| Soon though I’m off again, headed down park
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| Hook up with my peeps we kick ball till its dark
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| Then we’re off to rock a show and I’m super glad it’s Stunners time
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| Kicking dope rhymes in the summertime, word!
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| OH!
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| What a Glorious thing
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| Waking up in the morning baby
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| Oh!
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| What a glorious thing
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| Get to have a whole day!
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| HEY!
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| Published by BMG Music Publishing. |
| Lyrics reprinted with permission |