Early morning I'm still yawning Kiss the children See you tonight dear Cheerio Henry's an angel when he closes the gate But to the station he don't
Mozart would freak at the crap on the radio Hits are produced by computer technology Stick it in one end and it comes out the other "My love, your face
Momma don't mind, cause your momma don't know But if your poppa finds out that we're all alone He's gonna change your mind and rearrange my bones Cause
I'll tell you something you oughta know We came a long way from the radio But what's wrong with that? Baby's what's wrong with that? Now we got microchips
Baby, baby, don't you make a sound All I'm asking of you is to understand I can't let you go When are you coming home again? It's so easy to be cold
When I first saw Yvonne, volcanoes erupted And her laughter flowed into my life She seemed so right, nothing wrong Everything about her was so strong
Gonna meet you on the corner Gonna take you out of town Out to where the grass is greener And no one can be found Gonna be there in the morning Gonna