The sun is up 
There's no more moon 
The birds ore singing 
morning tune 
You've got inings to do 
And appointments to keep 
But you're still  fast asleep

Wake up, wake up
Get out of bed
The morning's here, now
Sleepyhead
Stop your dreaming
And open your eyes
You'll get nothing done
If you're always Tate to rise

The alarm clocks
ringing
It's half past eight 
You should gel up now 
Cause you're going to be late 
The boss is  waiting 
It's lime to go
But you don't want to know

Wake up, wake up ...

The morning time
Is a time you dread
You want to  slay
'n your nice, warm bed
I know it's hard
And it  seems unkind
But you've got to rise and shine

Wake up, wake up ...