When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.
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I was hungerin' for some apple pie.
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Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.
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Washed the sleep out of my eye.
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Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.
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Scratched myself a bit.
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Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.
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Closest thing I could find to apple pie.
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Lingerin' taste of toothpaste
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Made the milk go down a bit funny.
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But you know, them chex they do satisfy.
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Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.
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So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.
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Had my mind set to hit them streets.
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Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.
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Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.
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It's my day.
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Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. If I
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set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. So
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with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. What an
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ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. To taste
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the taste it's a tease that never would subside. The taste is strong
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but soured by my learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
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he'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see
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the light this ground hog's day.
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Ground Hog's Day
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