Heh Heh (Chuckles) Good Morning Sunshine

[Verse 1]
Heh heh, good mornin' sunshine
Take a good squint at me
I ain't the man I used to be
I ain't the cat you saw yesterday
At least I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway
Whole new ball game, whole new day
Bug you don't it, you overgrown headlight
I asked you for the last time
To tell me why you so unkind
How many years and times I asked you
Since you baked us blue
You don't look out for us more than do you
Curious huh, curious yellow, ain't ya
Naw, it ain't religion
You know I don't go for that chosen few
Amen and god just testing you
Naw it ain't work my back still breaking
Boss still poutin'
Corns still aching
Naw it ain't my old lady
But she do the best she can do
Naw it ain't that progress talk
New icing but the same ol' cake

[Verse 2]
Good morning sunshine
Take a good squint at me
I ain't the man I used to be
I ain't the cat you saw yesterday
At least by tomorrow I mean I won't be anyway
Curious ain't ya curious yella
My Aunt Emma came to me
The one who drowned off the boat ride on that Labor Day
She had on a big wide yellow hat
It was all yella again and brand new
The hat was green and she was too when they found 'em
'Cause she didn't come up right away
Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her fast ways
But he always talked like that anyways
Trying to scare folks to grease his tray
She and Uncle Leroy was playing Chinese Checkers
Uncle Leroy looks up and sees me
And asked me if I didn't want to pull up and play
"Come on boy, sit down" he say
"He ain't no boy, Leroy" Aunt Emma say
"He kin, what you say, we give him somethin' nice"
"Hey that's a good idea", Uncle Leroy say
Aunt Emma was always the practical one in the family anyway
Then she reach in her bosom and handed me the number
That gonna hit today

[Verse 3]
Good mornin' sunshine
Take a good squint at me
I ain't the man I used to be
I ain't the cat you saw yesterday
At least I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway
Whole new ball game, whole new day
First thing I'm going to do is send down a box load
A roses to have 'em put on Aunt Emma's grave
Next I'm gonna buy myself some shades
So if I'm out in the day
I won't have to look at you
Last time you and that Garment District Cadillac
Gonna trump on me