| Well, it’s minus five outside your house
|
| And ninety degrees in bed
|
| Your wife says get up and go to work
|
| You long-haired, lazy head
|
| Now I know where you’ve been all night
|
| And maybe what’s wrong with you
|
| You’ve been makin' love to the little woman
|
| Or a midnight rendezvous
|
| Good Mornin'
|
| Now the young exec, he hits the deck
|
| And oh, he’s dressed to kill
|
| Before he goes, oh yes, he knows
|
| He’s gotta have a wake-up pill
|
| From nine to five he feels alive
|
| Jumpin' to the speed of sound
|
| But the young exec, he hit the deck
|
| 'Cause his little pill let him down
|
| Good mornin'
|
| Good mornin'
|
| Good mornin', so put a smile upon your face
|
| Being alive is no disgrace
|
| You can make it a better place
|
| By havin' yourself a good mornin'
|
| So put a smile upon your face
|
| Being alive is no disgrace
|
| You can make it a better place
|
| By havin' yourself a good mornin'
|
| Well the sun is up, let’s lift a cup
|
| And do it all over again
|
| A little blood and a lot of sweat
|
| Hard workin' ain’t no sin
|
| Don’t sit around wearin' a frown
|
| Your life will slip away
|
| Give a bump and a little hump
|
| It’s gonna be a beautiful day
|
| Repeat Chorus |