Don't call me early in the morning,
Call me what you want to but leave me alone.
Don't call me early in the morning,
Just leave me till the cows [bad word] home.

man or a woman they need the relaxation
From rising always at the dawn.
And the heart of the matter, tomorrow is a Saturday,
And I'll be lying lying on.

Sad the lad that can't rest contented,
He has a dollar but must have more.
He fills himself with pills to retire with a million
And falls asleep at sixty-four.

Fair is fair and I've done my share,
My nerves are gettin' on my nerves.
If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather,
We'll do with a corner for my head.

Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning,
No big noises near my room.
Cars with no exhausts, chickens with the whooping cough.
And milkmen that whistle out of tune.