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 a 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?