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others in a wooden hut
I love them all
They all love me
It's very lovely but

Oh! How I hate to get up in the morning
Oh! How I'd love to remain in
"Oh! How I Hate To Get Up In The Morning, 
Oh! How I'd love to remain in bed 
For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call: 
'You've got
Walking about with atomic gun
Several years and when you're dead
You'll just be announced in your local paper

Five is up just AM at morning
I got
and his cheeks were rosy red,
I asked him how he liked the life, and this is what he said:

[Chorus 1]
Oh! how I hate to get up in the morning,
Oh! how
My name is Charlie Blumberg
And I travel everywhere
'Cause I'm a traveling salesman,
So I fly from here to there
In every town I visit
Folks
ways
In the town I loved so well

In the early morning the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the moor, and the bog
While the men on the dole
a demon

I hate the morning
I hate the morning

From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
repent upon the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from
Uh, uh, uh

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. By-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn,
on the good foot
Gotta get on up
Happy feet, happy foot, happy time
Marching in this army
Marching in this army, see
Rescuing dance music from the blahs
Uh, Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
how I see you
In the snow on Christmas morning
Love and happiness surround you
As you throw your arms up to the sky
I keep this moment by and by
Oh I
part of the game is this? 
If we were in the islands, I would fry your whole tribe 
Sicilian style while add enough break wide 
As I come back with
I woke up this morning aching with pain
Don't think I can work, but I'll try
The car's in the shop so I thumbed all the way
Oh these days I barely
see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not
the morning, fire in the street
Burn baby burn, that's all I wanna see
And sometimes I get off watching you die in vain
It's such a shame they may call me
achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down

In charge of who is there in charge of me
Do I look
back
Can we turn this around from where we lost you in the evening
Before things get out of hand

One by one eyes go optic, we’re becoming the beast
love
When our time
Our time is up
If I leave
Will you
Walk away
From the truth

Lets not forget
Back in Brooklyn
Where the future
First began
Lets start
On sometimes I got to come down from the
Trouble, from the noise and from the sound

Inna berlin city woman and man dem irie
But me overstand well how
installed by that old gas yard wall
And the damn barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and their guns, oh my god, what have they done
In
race start from the block, just remember that

I'm the biggest hypocrite in 2015
When I finish this if you listenin' I'm sure you will agree
This plot is
say they just do it well I just don't
Times do change mothaf***a' well the gun don't
Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceiling
Fella sleep
alright
'Cause I been away too long
Oh somebody take me home

I love this job, I do
But my soul is wearing thin
Oh I gotta get lost in where I'm from
say they just do it well I just don't
Times do change mothafucka' well the gun don't
Woke up this morning with my dick to the ceiling
Fella sleep