| When I woke up this morning I felt a pang
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| I was hungering for some apple pie
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| Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit
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| Washed the sleep out of my eye
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| Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a fine day
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| Scratched myself a bit, poured me out a bowl of Corn Chex
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| Closest thing I could find to apple pie
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| Lingering taste of toothpaste made the milk go down a bit funny
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| But you know, them Chex they do satisfy
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| Oh yeah, this’ll be a fine day
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| So, after my morning rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean
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| Had my mind set to hit them streets
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| Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out
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| Had my black stomp-boots on my feet
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| It’s my day
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| It’s my day, my day
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| Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize
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| If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye
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| So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way
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| What an ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play
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| To taste the taste, it’s a tease that never would subside
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| The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes
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| Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood he’d get down on his knees to pray
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| This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog’s day |