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.