DON'T CALL ME EARLY IN THE MORNING Words & music Tommy Sands 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 are coming home A 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