Good Morning

Good morning Who are you? I woke up and saw you I'm dreaming, still dreaming My life is now about to have some meaning Good morning I'm thinking I must have Been drinking And said something clever It must have been the best line from me ever Thank you, God, for something rare as this What surely must have been a holy night of bliss Gratitude for having thought of me I know your time is tight and yet you thought of me Good morning You woke up Got dressed up Hair messed up While I fix you breakfast I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious Good morning In sorrow I know that Tomorrow You'll be with some winner Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank of some Mercedes Benz Who spends and spends and spends on booked up restaurants A thousand phony fronts But will he ever wish you a good morning? Thank you, God, for something rare as this What surely must have been a holy night of bliss Gratitude for having thought of me I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me And did I stumble have a fall Hit my head against the wall At some point did we trade vows? Are you just some high-priced service from uptown? Good morning Buon giorno Ohayo, Buenas dias Hey, where you going? Hey, where you going? Does dasvedonya really mean good morning? Please spare me derision I'll do my rendition A lengthy recital Of every song with foolish in the title Good morning Good morning Good morning I need you, I need you Who are you?