8 o'clock in the morning,

I still hide my tired head

right beneath my pillow,

so the sun won't get a grip

then the radio starts playing

I hear Janis sing her song

'bout a guy named Bobby

and about how to get away,

well I'd just like to stay and



wake up to the radio



9 o'clock, still tired,

put some coffee down my throat

listening to the weather forecast,

listening to those 'weather gods'

yeah they say it's getting cloudy,

and they say it's goin' to rain

although the sun is shining,

man I just love to



wake up to the radio



pollution news during coffee break

and afterwards 'every breath you take'



wake up to the radio