Lyric Morning Humour

slippery jack, no more turning back,
all around, morning humor
i am a waiter and i am a server
i ll run to your needs with strength and fervor
in times when you are wasted i will walk in
through the door, pick you from the floor
then watch you grow into a man

with a big burly beard
and a mustache to match
i ll watch you love the world
and all that it has...

with that morning humor,
morning humor
the kind that wakes you up
the kind that s in my blood
morning humor, morning humor, yeah...

i am on top again, soon to be low again
oh will this ever end?
i m sorry i don t mean to sound like a whale
trapped in the ice, but ain t it nice to say exactly
what i please...

with a big toney voice or a
soft mellow voice or the
loud boisterous voice of an opera, opera lady!

with that morning humor,
morning humor
the kind that wakes you up.
the kind that s in my blood
morning humor, morning humor, yeah...

but the joke that kills
is just a joke to you
you need some...

slippery jack, no more turning back,
all around, morning humor

the kind that wakes you up
the kind that s in my blood...

morning humor...