Happy Morning Blues

Toddler puppies on the road, Lorries full of junk and load, The paper-boy just dropped his pocketful of news. And what's your views? I sing to you baby the happy happy morning blues. Pass the wine, don't be afraid, Breakfast's being served by the barmaid, And she doesn't care who's winning now or gonna lose. It ain't no use. So I sing to you baby the happy happy morning blues. Buzzhead kid, he had a gun, Shot 'em all in the morning sun, Then killed himself, bleedin' from some ol' time bruise. Well, that's the news. And I sing to you baby the happy happy morning blues. Met Rip Van Winkle, he was walking down. Said "Wassup, Rip?". He said, "Lookin' for a clown, Who can pay my taxes without a frown, And take my girl around the town, While I'm busy sleepin' there, way way down." "Finish this song, 'tis takin' too long, It's time now for another song, And anyway it's evening, boy", says my girl, now loose. So wear your shoes, I just sing to you baby the happy happy morning blues.