Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feeling groovy Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing I've come to watch your flowers growin' Ain't you

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In

And you throw away your troubles, dream a dream with me Up a lazy river where the Robin's song Awakes a bright new morning you can loaf along Blue skies up above and everyone's in love Meets a lazy river in the noon day sun Up a lazy river where the old

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

Don't be cruel It's takin' all of me to love someone like you Runnin' round 1, 2, 3 clock in the mornin' I'm halfway to losing my mind Am I suppose to close my eyes and fall asleep when you're not home? Cause I wanna believe you, but I wonder if you're

Sick love song This could be your We are miserable You are driving me insane This could be your sign that things are going wrong Wake me up in the morning glory Hanging straight your lies and stories How do you mark your territory? When your trash

Eyes on the hourglass As we sink into the sand Time's up, there's nothing we can do about it It's fine, love, 'cause I know I'mma live without it When I wake up in the morning I don't really want too much See this song but as a warning 'Cause you're too

Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Are you nasty, are you nasty? I love her anyway (Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark)

I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I believe,

Feelings like this can't be wrong And too much of a good thing is a good thing And we've got a good thing going on Smiles in the morning as warm as sunshine Kisses when I lay down at night And two loving arms to console me I should be scared it's so