slippery jack, no more turning back,
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all around, morning humor
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i am a waiter and i am a server
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i'll run to your needs with strength and fervor
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in times when you are wasted i will walk in
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through the door, pick you from the floor
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then watch you grow into a man
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with a big burly beard
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and a mustache to match
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i'll watch you love the world
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and all that it has...
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with that morning humor,
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morning humor
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the kind that wakes you up
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the kind that's in my blood
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morning humor, morning humor, yeah...
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i am on top again, soon to be low again
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oh will this ever end?
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i'm sorry i don't mean to sound like a whale
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trapped in the ice, but ain't it nice to say exactly
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what i please...
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with a big toney voice or a
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soft mellow voice or the
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loud boisterous voice of an opera, opera lady!
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with that morning humor,
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morning humor
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the kind that wakes you up.
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the kind that's in my blood
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morning humor, morning humor, yeah...
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but the joke that kills
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is just a joke to you
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you need some...
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slippery jack, no more turning back,
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all around, morning humor
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the kind that wakes you up
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the kind that's in my blood...
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morning humor...
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Morning Humor
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| Live |
