Groundhog's Day

When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.

I was hungerin' for some apple pie.

Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.

Washed the sleep out of my eye.

Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.

Scratched myself a bit.

Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.

Closest thing I could find to apple pie.

Lingerin' taste of toothpaste

Made the milk go down a bit funny.

But you know, them chex they do satisfy.

Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.

So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.

Had my mind set to hit them streets.

Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.

Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.

It's my day.

Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize.

If I set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye.

So with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way.

What an ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play.

To taste the taste it's a tease that never would subside.

The taste is strong but soured by my learned eyes.

Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd get down on his knees to pray.

This little snappy boy might see the light this ground hog's day.