Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day
You slip on a pair of head phones
And the world around you fades
You open your eyes, but just enough
To find your polaroid shades
And you can fix it up a couple of nescafè
Put down a couple of lines
You won't really wake up anyway
Through the sun it really shines
And wishes you a
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day
Faded jeans and corduroys
You try on a couple of pairs
You got to dress right
To meet those boys
As if any of them cares
And downstairs it's out on the street
Yoy go driftin', downtown to check out the fun
While the scenes in your dream keep shiftin'
Sleep on, my son, sleep on
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day
Good morning, my son
Happy day, happy day, happy day