Still up in the morning
Springtime’s almost there
Heard some birds whistle
Are they already getting rare
I’ve been running and chasing
To get going what I like
Can hear me talk about good women
Can see me move as if I hide
Still up in the morning
Got to get something done before my time has come
Had little time for hearing birds cry
I remember when they used to whistle
Whistle on
Got a whole different idea
About what a summer’s got to be
We oughta be relaxing at some local foreign beach
But it shouldn’t be from working at a job 5 days a week
It oughta be from raising hell
Playing the down home dirty beat
Let it roll let it roll
Still up in the morning
Springtime never came