Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on a awning Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on and on and It’s Sunday good morning sunshine lus canoe Ella Fitzgerald and Coltrane on my Stereo, as I grab some cereal I’m off to a good start like cheerio Pip pip, get along, get get It’s a whole new day, yesterday I forget But I feel just fine, cuz when it’s time to dance I let my feet just fly Thanks a lot ya, Frank Sina tra Heroes of my past who helped my Chakra Help me meditate just a bit more propa And have made style classier then Opera Sip my coffee with Breakfast toast Of the days of the week I respect you most I won’t pick up the phone if its monday calling But I’ll sit and relax on a Sunday Morning Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on a awning Everything just feels a little better Sunday morning no matter the weather I love the way it is A quick splash of my aftershave Helps me stay fresh, yes that’s the way It’s a - kinda blue like miles day-vis We miss ya, Mista mista can ya Point the direction of the nearest sofa Sunday, sweeter then a pepsi cola I feel smarter then a wisdom tooth Two cents from the fairy that I give them to (uh) in the palm of my head is life Other days don’t fit me, but today is just - right Out of mind, out of sight, Out of every single day you the one I most - like And the one I most choose Please don’t be alarmed if today we just -snooze Kick back and put our sneakers up Sunday holds it down when the week is up(yeah) Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on a awning Everything just feels a little better Sunday morning no matter the weather I love the way it is It is what it is they tell me My friends got a whole long list to sell me Saying, Friday is the night to party And a Saturday is date get naughty But I. already got my heart set on one, Sunday morning, warm as the sun A total eclipse of the Soul Birds of a feather so we rock and roll Tell Elvis I’m far to selfish Blue Swayed shoes only used to belt this Fly off the kitchen counter while I’m cookin Look into the mirror, say good morning good lookin’ Eggs and Bacon, Jamaican chicken Is Bob Marley playing,check and listen If he is it must be my day Sunday morning ain’t no more to say Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on a awning Sunday Morning Birds are Chirping on and on and