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 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
I'm 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
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 already run
Like honey
Wake me gently in the morning
Take me easy in the afternoon
I'm whiling away the hours


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