Oh, I could hide 'neath [beneath] the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings,
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' [shaving] razor's cold and it stings.
Oh, I could hide 'neath [beneath] the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings,
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' [shaving] razor's cold and it stings.