Midday sun and my world's begun
To come up roses
I got a ringside ticket playing
Domino with a friend of mine
Sitting getting old
In the shade
Of the same old tree
I've got change in my pocket
A bird in my hand
It's singing for dinner
And I understand
Wake me gently in the morning
Take me easy in the afternoon
Im whiling away the hours
I'm good for nothing
Nothing's good enough for me
I'm going nowhere
There's nowhere that i'd rather be
Than sitting getting old
In the shade of the same old tree
I got change in my pocket
A bird in my hand and
It's singing for dinner
And I understand
Wake me gently in the morning
Take me easy in the afternoon
I'm whiling away the hours
Humdrum becomes routine
I open my mouth and feel
New words on my tongue
They're already warm like honey
Wake me gently in the morning
Take me easy in the afternoon
I'm whiling away the hours
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